Opals (Custance)/A Madrigal
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A Madrigal
Ah! leave my soul like forest poolIn shadow smiling unafraid—Let not thy laughter stir its coolClear depths, sweet maid.Let not I pray thy sun-like hairPierce to the thoughts that slumber there!
My soul is still as summer noon—Its inmost shrines are full of sleep,But when the stars of dream-land swoon'Twill wake and weep.The dawn of Love that brings thy blueBright eyes, will bring a sorrow too!
My soul is silent—trouble notIts secret reveries with thy songs! The rare red tint thy lips have got!The whole world longsTo kiss them—therefore speak not, dear,My soul must struggle should it hear!······I see thee! and my soul is swungIn golden trances of delight!I hear thee! and my tremulous tongueHurls forth a flightOf bird-like songs saluting thee.O! come and dwell and dream with me!