Pavilions of sunshine—tents of the rain,
For these, the wild and the free;
And for us walled garden and window-pane,
And bolt and staple and key.
We are worn with wisdom that never brings
Peace to the world and its woe—
For a space with Thy joyous lesser things,
Teach me the faith I would know.
A LOVE SONG
Oh haste, my Sweet! Impatient now I wait,
The crescent moon swings low, it groweth late,
A night bird sings, of Life, and Love, and Fate!
Oh haste, my Sweet! Youth and its gladness goes,
Joy hath one summer time, like to the rose,
Love only lives through all the winter snows.
Then haste, my Sweet! These hours are all our own,
And see! A rose leaf on the night breeze blown!
For thee I wait—for thee I wait alone!