O thou, sweet soul of my love,
Art my pearl, my lily-flower;
Thou, hiding heart of my love,
Art my bird, in thy maiden bower;
Heart of my only love
That shin'st in the heavens afar—
Thou, in the night of love,
Art my one, dear, trembling star.
Let me draw thee to the light,
Pearl of the shadowy sea!
Awake, thou lily of light,
Turn thy face divine on me!
Arouse thee, bird of the night,
Let thy voice to my voice reply!
Star of thy lover's night,
Shine forth or I die—I die!
LARGESS
Sweet mouth, dark eyes, deep heart—
All of beauty, all of glamor heaven could fashion
With its divinest art;
A woman's life and love, a woman's passion:
But these, at last, to win,
Land, or sea, or hell, or heaven might well be ravished
At price of any sin—
Yet freely all she on her lover lavished.
INDOORS, AT NIGHT
The window's white, the candle's red,
Show evening falleth overhead;
The candle's red, the window's black,
