Lips of cherry confine
Teeth of ivory shine,
And with blushes combine
To keep us in thrall.
Thy converse exceeding
All eloquent pleading,
Thy voice never needing
To rival the fall
Of the music of art,—
Steal their way to the heart,
And resistless impart
Their enchantment to all.
III.
When Beltane is over,
And summer joys hover,
With thee a glad rover
I 'll wander along,
Where the harp-strings of nature
Are strung by each creature,
And the sleep shall be sweeter
That lulls to their song,
There, bounding together,
On the lawn of the heather,
And free from the tether,
The heifers shall throng.
IV.
There shall pasture the ewes,
There the spotted goats browse,
And the kids shall arouse
In their madness of play;
They shall butt, they shall fight,
They shall emulate flight,
They shall break with delight
O'er the mountains away.
And there shall my Mary
With her faithful one tarry,
And never be weary
In the hollows to stray.
V.
While a concert shall cheer us,
For the bushes are near us;
And the birds shall not fear us,
We 'll harbour so still.
* * * * *
Strains the mavis his throat,
Lends the cuckoo her note,
And the world is forgot
By the side of the hill.