AT ONE
Sometimes a sudden fount of tears jets in my heart
And oft-times golden gleams will through my being dart:
Your cry or laugh, my sweet, though we are far apart.
Above this hidden fount I bend and whisper clear
More words of fonder love than if your heart were near,
More tenderly than if my arms were round you, dear.
I feel your gay love lights such love in me afar,
I would not have you near, for eyes and lips might mar
The silence where we meet and star is lost in star.
I think of you in peace though under alien skies:
Though death itself bereft, your love in me would rise
In rainbow ripples borne from your heart in Paradise.
THE WELL OF ALL HEALING
There's a cure for all things in the well at Ballylee
Where the scarlet cressets hang over the trembling pool:
And joyful winds are blowing from the Land of Youth to me,
And the heart of the earth is full.
Many and many a sunbright maiden saw the enchanted land
With star faces glimmer up from the druid wave:
Many and many a pain of love was soothed by a faery hand
Or lost in the love it gave.