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For a minute, but for a minute,
RIVULET crossing my ground,
And lost in trouble and moving round
COME into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown.
For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
All night have the roses heard
All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd
I said to the lily, "There is but one
With whom she has heart to be gay.
Low on the sand and loud on the stone
I said to the rose," The brief night goes
O young lord-lover, what sighs are those,
But mine, but mine," so I sware to the rose, "For ever and ever, mine."
And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
And long by the garden lake I stood,
For I heard your rivulet fall
From the lake to the meadow and on to the
Our wood, that is dearer than all;
From the meadow your walks have left so sweet
To the woody hollows in which we meet
The slender acacia would not shake
The lilies and roses were all awake,
They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls,
There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;
The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
My heart would hear her and beat,
"THE fault was mine, the fault was mine "
And there rises ever a passionate cry
O dawn of Eden bright over earth and sky,
For she, sweet soul, had hardly spoken a word,
And while she wept, and I strove to be cool,
Till I with as fierce an anger spoke,
And he struck me, madman, over the face,
Who was gaping and grinning by:
And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
And thunder'd up into Heaven the Christless code
Ever and ever afresh they seem'd to grow.
Was it he lay there with a fading eye?
The ghastly Wraith of one that I know;
It will ring in my heart and my ears, till I die, till I die.
Is it gone? my pulses beat
What was it? a lying trick of the brain?
A shadow there at my feet,
High over the shadowy land.
It is gone; and the heavens fall in a gentle rain, When they should burst and drown with deluging
The feeble vassals of wine and anger and lust, The little hearts that know not how to forgive: Arise, my God, and strike, for we hold Thee just, Strike dead the whole weak race of venomous
That sting each other here in the dust;
We are not worthy to live.
SEE what a lovely shell,
With delicate spire and whorl,