But April's sun strikes down the glades to-day; SONNET XV. THE BIRTH-BOND. HAVE you not noted, in some family Where two were born of a first marriage-bed, How still they own their gracious bond, though fed And nursed on the forgotten breast and knee?— How to their father's children they shall be In act and thought of one goodwill; but each Even so, when first I saw you, seemed it, love, One nearer kindred than life hinted of. O born with me somewhere that men forget, And though in years of sight and sound unmet, Known for my soul's birth-partner well enough! SONNET XVI. A DAY OF LOVE. THOSE envied places which do know her well, The hours of Love fill full the echoing space Now many memories make solicitous The delicate love-lines of her mouth, till, lit Speaking of things remembered, and so sit SONNET XVII. BEAUTY'S PAGEANT. WHAT dawn-pulse at the heart of heaven, or last What marshalled marvels on the skirts of May, Can vie with all those moods of varying grace Love's very vesture and elect disguise Was each fine movement,-wonder new-begot SONNET XVIII. GENIUS IN BEAUTY. BEAUTY like hers is genius. Not the call Even from its shadowed contour on the wall. As many men are poets in their youth, But for one sweet-strung soul the wires prolong Even through all change the indomitable song; So in likewise the envenomed whose tooth years, Rends shallower grace with ruin void of ruth, SONNET XIX. SILENT NOON. YOUR hands lie open in the long fresh grass, The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams at glooms 'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge. 'T is visible silence, still as the hour-glass. Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky :So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love. SONNET XX. GRACIOUS MOONLIGHT. EVEN as the moon grows queenlier in mid-space When the sky darkens, and her cloud-rapt car Thrills with intenser radiance from afar,— So lambent, lady, beams thy sovereign grace When the drear soul desires thee. Of that face What shall be said,-which, like a governing star, Gathers and garners from all things that are Their silent penetrative loveliness? O'er water-daisies and wild waifs of Spring, And chase night's gloom, as thou the spirit's grief. SONNET XXI. LOVE-SWEETNESS. SWEET dimness of her loosened hair's downfall Her mouth's culled sweetness by thy kisses shed What sweeter than these things, except the thing In lacking which all these would lose their sweet :-- Then when it feels, in cloud-girt wayfaring, The breath of kindred plumes against its feet? SONNET XXII. HEART'S HAVEN. SOMETIMES she is a child within mine arms, And oft from mine own spirit's hurtling harms And Love, our light at night and shade at noon, All shafts of shelterless tumultuous day. Like the moon's growth, his face gleams through his tune; And as soft waters warble to the moon, Our answering spirits chime our roundelay. SONNET XXIII. LOVE'S BAUBLES. I STOOD where Love in brimming armfuls bore Savored of sleep; and cluster and curled shoot At last Love bade my Lady give the same : And then Love said: "Lo! when the hand is hers, SONNET XXIV. PRIDE OF YOUTH. EVEN as a child, of sorrow that we give |