Pale friends you wish us ever to remain: The thriftless seasons no new hope must bring To tempt our thoughts on more adventurous wing? Must we the pulses of a heart restrain Or rob the prelude of its sweet refrain, -- That subtle music each entranced spring Hath heard anew its captive lovers sing And in the buzz of summer lost again? I have been guileless long: angels and you And beauty in my dreams together played. The sunshine and your smile my heaven made Laden with some great joy that I half knew. That holy happiness did mortal prove; A wind blew, and dim worship flamed to love. |