Love, make me certain, make the circuit true,
And when I wonder, give the faith I seek
Perfectly trusting, let me end in you
Heart against heart, and cheek upon your cheek.
[LOVE LAND]
Where is El Dorado?
Where is bright Cathay?
These are lands where we should go
To live and love to-day.
Miles of glistening beaches
Over all the sun,
Tropic, spicy-laden breeze
To lull when day is done.
Gypsy lass and lover
With the tides we'd rove;
We be natives of no land
Save the land of love.
[BY THE WESTERN GATE]
You and you only!—By the Western gate
That fronts the falling sun I shade my face
And watch for you. As one who's lost the race
Tries to demand no further gift from Fate
Lest he be hurled more low, so I, who wait
And want you, ask no pity of your grace
On my defeat, I only long to trace
My lost heart; come to me, my need is great.
I see the young men with their crystal eyes,
They stand about my door, their hearts, I know
Are breaking in the poppies that they bring.
I cannot love them for I am not wise;
Ah, come, or else forever let me go,
I grow so tired with waiting in the Spring.