Sleepless when her altar lights
Burn through balmy summer nights,
Wakeful when upon the day
Pours the pollen smoke alway!
*****
Rahab kissed me by the press—
Bound me with dear Love's duress—
Laughed and clapped her hands in glee
Mid the grapes of Galilee.
ON GUARD
Halt! Who comes there?
Care.
Word, friend or foe!
Woe.
What is thy will?
Ill.
Who sent thee here?
Fear.
Where doth he dwell?
Hell!