And the glory and peace of the skies.
Where all strife and impatience are vain
And ahush are all passionate sighs,
For I gazed in the deeps of Love's eyes,
And I know what no seraphs shall gain!
[A LASS FROM THE WOODS]
A lass from the woods
With a leaf in her hair!
And the rain of the night
And the wind of the morn,