MADRIGAL

Here, lady, lo! that servant stands
You picked from passing men,

And should you need nor heart nor hands
He bows and goes again.

VIII

O you, let snow and roses

And golden locks belong. These are the world's enslavers, Let these delight the throng. For her of duskier lustre

Whose favour still I wear,

The snow be in her kirtle,
The rose be in her hair!

The hue of highland rivers
Careering, full and cool,
From sable on to golden,
From rapid on to pool-
The hue of heather-honey,
The hue of honey-bees,
Shall tinge her golden shoulder,
Shall gild her tawny knees.

LET BEAUTY AWAKE

ET Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams, Beauty awake from rest!

Let Beauty awake

For Beauty's sake

In the hour when the birds awake in the brake
And the stars are bright in the west!

Let Beauty awake in the eve from the slumber of day, Awake in the crimson eve!

In the day's dusk end

When the shades ascend,

Let her wake to the kiss of a tender friend
To render again and receive!

I

X

KNOW not how it is with you

I love the first and last,

The whole field of the present view, The whole flow of the past.

One tittle of the things that are,
Nor you should change nor I-
One pebble in our path—one star
In all our heaven of sky.

Our lives, and every day and hour,
One symphony appear:

One road, one garden - every flower
And every bramble dear.

I

WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight

Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.

I will make a palace fit for you and me

Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room, Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom,

And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.

And this shall be for music when no one else is near,
The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!
That only I remember, that only you admire,

Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.