Why shall not we whose hearts are light
Put by the coming of the night,
Catch glints of rapture from the sky,
The scents that swing where lilies lie,
And ring them to a garland white
To ease the pain of life away?
Bird-love, rose-love, to last the day!
[THE JOY OF LIFE]
Her hair was twined with vine leaves thro' the gold,
The leopard skin about her shoulders flung