The Coming of Love.
In and out the osier beds, all along the shallows1
Lifts and laughs the soft south wind, or swoons among
the grasses.2
the grasses.2
But ah, whose following feet are these that bend the gold
marsh-mallows,3
marsh-mallows,3
Who laughs so low and sweet ? Who sighs—and
passes ?4
passes ?4
Flower of my heart, my darling, why so slowly5
Lift’st thou thine eyes to mine, deep wells of gladness ?6
Too deep this new-found joy, and this new pain too holy—7
Or is there dread in thy heart of this divinest mad-
ness ?8
ness ?8
Who sighs with longing there ?— who laughs alow—
and passes ?9
and passes ?9
Whose following feet are these that bend the gold marsh-
mallows ?10
mallows ?10
Who comes upon the wind that stirs the heavy seeding
grasses,11
grasses,11
In and out the osier beds, and hither through the
shallows ?12
shallows ?12
Flower of my heart, my dream—who whispers near so
gladly ?13
gladly ?13
Whose is the golden sunshine-net o’erspread for cap-
ture ?14
ture ?14
Lift, lift thine eyes to mine who love so wildly, madly—15
Those eyes of brave desire, deep wells o’erbrimmed
with rapture !16
with rapture !16