Love Songs | Page 4

in all the world
Could give me rest.
Child, Child
Child, child, love while you can
The voice and the eyes and the soul
of a man;
Never fear though it break your heart --
Out of the wound
new joy will start;
Only love proudly and gladly and well,
Though
love be heaven or love be hell.
Child, child, love while you may,
For life is short as a happy day;

Never fear the thing you feel --
Only by love is life made real;
Love,
for the deadly sins are seven,
Only through love will you enter
heaven.
Love Me
Brown-thrush singing all day long
In the leaves above me,
Take my
love this April song,
"Love me, love me, love me!"
When he harkens what you say,
Bid him, lest he miss me,
Leave his
work or leave his play,
And kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!
Pierrot

Pierrot stands in the garden
Beneath a waning moon,
And on his
lute he fashions
A fragile silver tune.
Pierrot plays in the garden,
He thinks he plays for me,
But I am
quite forgotten
Under the cherry tree.
Pierrot plays in the garden,
And all the roses know
That Pierrot
loves his music, --
But I love Pierrot.
Wild Asters
In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the
clever, clear-eyed daisies
Always knew.
Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of
all the stupid asters
Not one knows.
The Song for Colin
I sang a song at dusking time
Beneath the evening star,
And
Terence left his latest rhyme
To answer from afar.
Pierrot laid down his lute to weep,
And sighed, "She sings for me."

But Colin slept a careless sleep
Beneath an apple tree.
Four Winds
"Four winds blowing through the sky,
You have seen poor maidens
die,
Tell me then what I shall do
That my lover may be true."
Said
the wind from out the south,
"Lay no kiss upon his mouth,"
And the
wind from out the west,
"Wound the heart within his breast,"
And
the wind from out the east,
"Send him empty from the feast,"
And
the wind from out the north,
"In the tempest thrust him forth;
When
thou art more cruel than he,
Then will Love be kind to thee."
Debt

What do I owe to you
Who loved me deep and long?
You never
gave my spirit wings
Or gave my heart a song.
But oh, to him I loved,
Who loved me not at all,
I owe the open
gate
That led through heaven's wall.
Faults
They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by
one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well
before, --
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had
made me love you more.
Buried Love
I have come to bury Love
Beneath a tree,
In the forest tall and black

Where none can see.
I shall put no flowers at his head,
Nor stone at his feet,
For the
mouth I loved so much
Was bittersweet.
I shall go no more to his grave,
For the woods are cold.
I shall
gather as much of joy
As my hands can hold.
I shall stay all day in the sun
Where the wide winds blow, --
But oh,
I shall cry at night
When none will know.
The Fountain
All through the deep blue night
The fountain sang alone;
It sang to
the drowsy heart
Of the satyr carved in stone.
The fountain sang and sang,
But the satyr never stirred --
Only the
great white moon
In the empty heaven heard.
The fountain sang and sang
While on the marble rim
The

milk-white peacocks slept,
And their dreams were strange and dim.
Bright dew was on the grass,
And on the ilex, dew,
The dreamy
milk-white birds
Were all a-glisten, too.
The fountain sang and sang
The things one cannot tell;
The
dreaming peacocks stirred
And the gleaming dew-drops fell.
I Shall Not Care
When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her
rain-drenched hair,
Though you should lean above me broken-hearted,

I shall not care.
I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down
the bough,
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are
now.
After Parting
Oh, I have sown my love so wide
That he will find it everywhere;
It
will awake him in the night,
It will enfold him in the air.
I set my shadow in his sight
And I have winged it with desire,
That
it may be a cloud by day,
And in the night a shaft of fire.
A Prayer
Until I lose my soul and lie
Blind to the beauty of the earth,
Deaf
though shouting wind goes by,
Dumb in a storm of mirth;
Until my heart is quenched at length
And I have left the land of men,

Oh, let me love with all my strength
Careless if I am loved again.
Spring Night

The park is filled with night and fog,
The veils are drawn about the
world,
The drowsy lights along the paths
Are dim and pearled.
Gold and gleaming the empty streets,
Gold and gleaming the misty
lake,
The mirrored lights like sunken swords,
Glimmer and shake.
Oh, is it not enough to be
Here with this beauty over me?
My throat
should