XXVI
June, and a warm, sweet rain;
June, and the call of a bird:
To a lover in pain
What lovelier word?
Two of each other fain
Happily heart on heart:
So in the wind and rain
Spring bears his part!
O, to be heart on heart
One with the warm June rain,
God with us from the start,
And no more pain!
XXVII
It was a bowl of roses:
There in the light they lay,
Languishing, glorying, glowing
Their life away.
And the soul of them rose like a presence,
Into me crept and grew,
And filled me with something—some one—
O, was it you?
XXVIII
Your feet as glad
And light as a dove’s homing wings, you came—
Came with your sweets to fill my hands,
My sense with your perfume.
We closed with lips
Grown weary and fain with longing from afar,
The while your grave, enamoured eyes
Drank down the dream in mine.