Oh haste, my Sweet! Impatient now I wait,
The crescent moon swings low, it groweth late,
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Lord of all Life! When my hours are done,
Take me and make me anew--
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Love maketh its own summer time,
'Tis June, Love, when we are together,
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0 heart of mine--if I were but a swallow--
A thing so fearless, swift of flight, and free--
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Love reckons not by time--its May days of delight
Are swifter than the falling stars that pass beyond our sight.
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I love red poppies! Imperial red poppies!
Sun-worshippers are they;
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'Tis time to sing of roses: of roses all ablow,
To every vagrant passing breeze they dip a courtesy low,
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As pearls slip off a silken string and fall into the sea,
These rounded summer days fall back into eternity.
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Little honey baby, shet yo' eyes up tight;--
(Shadow-man is comin' from de moon!)--
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April! April! April!
With a mist of green on the trees--
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Turn to thy window in the silver hour
That day comes stepping down the hills of night,
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Turn Thou the key upon our thoughts, dear Lord,
And let us sleep;
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Just above the boxes and where the high lights fall
Looketh down a carven face from out the gilded wall.
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With all the little children, far and near,
God wot! to-day we'll sing a song of cheer!
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Give thanks, my soul, for the things that are free!
The blue of the sky, the shade of a tree,
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Oh! little pink and white god of love,
With your tender smiling mouth,
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KEEP thou thy dreams–though joy should pass thee by;
Hold to the rainbow beauty of thy thought;
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O WHEN the desert blossomed like a mystic silver rose,
And the moon shone on the palace, deep guarded to the gate,
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HERE is the perfume of the leaves, the incense of the pines–
The magic scent that hath been pent
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When the mist drives past and the wind blows high,
And the harbour lights are dim--
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Hark! Hark to the wind! 'Tis the night, they say,
When all souls come back from the far away--
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Not with the haloed saints would Heaven be
For such as I;
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All day the wife of Pharaoh had paced the palace hall
Or the long white pillared court that was open to the sky;
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He is not desolate whose ship is sailing
Over the mystery of an unknown sea,
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As Jean de Breboeuf told his rosary
At sundown in his cell, there came a call!--
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Love came to her unsought,
Love served her many ways,
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In lonely gardens deserted--unseen--
Oh! lovely lilacs of purple and white,
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Infold us with thy peace, dear moon-lit night,
And let thy silver silence wrap us round
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How like a hooded friar, bent and grey,
Whose pensive lips speak only when they pray
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Oh! I will hold fast to Joy!
I will not let him depart--
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