Weeping for her vanished grace.
Ah! in gaining lusty Dawn,
Life, and pleasant facts of light,
Why must we, the darkness gone,
Lose the dreams that haunt the night?
LADY OF LIGHT
Light of the World, what are violets but eyes of you,
Perfume, your hair blowing back on the breeze,
Ah, but the fugitive dainty surprise of you,