I clambered up the mountain,
And sang aloud for glee.
Then while the sun was setting,
I wept beside the sea.
My heart is like the sun, dear,
Yon kindled flame above;
And sinks in large-orbed beauty
Within a sea of love.
VI.
How enviously the sea-mew
Looks after us, my dear;
Because upon thy lips then
So close I pressed mine ear.
He fain would know what issued,
Most curious of birds!
If thou mine ear fulfillest
With kisses or with words.
What through my spirit hisses?
I, too, am sore perplexed!
Thy words, dear, and thy kisses
Are strangely intermixed.
VII.
Shy as a fawn she passed me by;
And, fleet as any heifer,
She clambered on from cliff to cliff,
Her hair flew with the zephyr.
Where to the sea's edge slope the rocks,
I reached her, trembling near it.
Then, softly with the softest words,
I melted her proud spirit.