I loved to lie through sunny afternoons With half-shut eyes (familiar then with things Long unfamiliar, knowing Fairyland Using my kinship in those earlier days And, oftentimes, I lay in breezy shade because Or lovers in the distant dusk Or else the rude and rolling notes Or how or whence those tones be heard, COULDST thou, Great Fairy, give to me And yet this old pine's haughty crown, Nay, thou sweet South of heats and balms, Keep all thy proud and plumy palms, LAUS VENERIS A PICTURE BY BURNE JONES PALLID with too much longing, White with passion and prayer, Goddess of love and beauty, She sits in the picture there,— Sits with her dark eyes seeking Her measureless days to fill. She has loved and been loved so often No joys or sorrows move her, Done with her ancient pride; For her head she found too heavy The crown she has cast aside. Clothed in her scarlet splendor, Bright with her glory of hair, Sad that she is not mortal,Eternally sad and fair, Longing for joys she knows not, Athirst with a vain desire, There she sits in the picture, Daughter of foam and fire. LAURA SLEEPING COME hither and behold this lady's face, Who lies asleep, as if strong Death had kissed Upon her eyes the kiss none can resist, To Love's fond prayers, and the sweet, carven smile, Sign of some dream-born joy which did beguile The dreaming soul from its fair restingplace! So will she look when Death indeed has sway O'er her dear loveliness, and holds her fast In that last sleep which knows nor night nor day, Which hopes no future, contemplates no past; |