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flower of gold,
The sky is still and blue;
The
moon was made for the sky to hold,
And I for you.
The moon is a flower without a stem,
The sky is luminous;
Eternity
was made for them,
To-night for us.
Ebb Tide
When the long day goes by
And I do not see your face,
The old
wild, restless sorrow
Steals from its hiding place.
My day is barren and broken,
Bereft of light and song,
A sea beach
bleak and windy
That moans the whole day long.
To the empty beach at ebb tide,
Bare with its rocks and scars,
Come
back like the sea with singing,
And light of a million stars.
I Would Live in Your Love
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea, Borne up by

each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes; I would
empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me, I would beat
with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul as it leads.
Because
Oh, because you never tried
To bow my will or break my pride,

And nothing of the cave-man made
You want to keep me half afraid,

Nor ever with a conquering air
You thought to draw me unaware --

Take me, for I love you more
Than I ever loved before.
And since the body's maidenhood
Alone were neither rare nor good

Unless with it I gave to you
A spirit still untrammeled, too,
Take
my dreams and take my mind
That were masterless as wind;
And
"Master!" I shall say to you
Since you never asked me to.
The Tree of Song
I sang my songs for the rest,
For you I am still;
The tree of my song
is bare
On its shining hill.
For you came like a lordly wind,
And the leaves were whirled
Far
as forgotten things
Past the rim of the world.
The tree of my song stands bare
Against the blue --
I gave my songs
to the rest,
Myself to you.
The Giver
You bound strong sandals on my feet,
You gave me bread and wine,

And sent me under sun and stars,
For all the world was mine.
Oh, take the sandals off my feet,
You know not what you do;
For
all my world is in your arms,
My sun and stars are you.
April Song

Willow, in your April gown
Delicate and gleaming,
Do you mind in
years gone by
All my dreaming?
Spring was like a call to me
That I could not answer,
I was chained
to loneliness,
I, the dancer.
Willow, twinkling in the sun,
Still your leaves and hear me,
I can
answer spring at last,
Love is near me!
The Wanderer
I saw the sunset-colored sands,
The Nile like flowing fire between,

Where Rameses stares forth serene,
And Ammon's heavy temple
stands.
I saw the rocks where long ago,
Above the sea that cries and breaks,

Swift Perseus with Medusa's snakes
Set free the maiden white like
snow.
And many skies have covered me,
And many winds have blown me
forth,
And I have loved the green, bright north,
And I have loved
the cold, sweet sea.
But what to me are north and south,
And what the lure of many lands,

Since you have leaned to catch my hands
And lay a kiss upon my
mouth.
The Years
To-night I close my eyes and see
A strange procession passing me --

The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;

They pass, the sensitive, shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half
blind with tears.
The years went by and never knew
That each one brought me nearer
you;
Their path was narrow and apart
And yet it led me to your

heart --
Oh, sensitive, shy years, oh, lonely years,
That strove to
sing with voices drowned in tears.
Enough
It is enough for me by day
To walk the same bright earth with him;

Enough that over us by night
The same great roof of stars is dim.
I do not hope to bind the wind
Or set a fetter on the sea --
It is
enough to feel his love
Blow by like music over me.
Come
Come, when the pale moon like a petal
Floats in the pearly dusk of
spring,
Come with arms outstretched to take me,
Come with lips
pursed up to cling.
Come, for life is a frail moth flying,
Caught in the web of the years
that pass,
And soon we two, so warm and eager,
Will be as the gray
stones in the grass.
Joy
I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
I will sing to the stars in the sky,
I
love, I am loved, he is mine,
Now at last I can die!
I am sandaled with wind and with flame,
I have heart-fire and singing
to give,
I can tread on the grass or the stars,
Now at last I can live!
Riches
I have no riches but my thoughts,
Yet these are wealth enough for me;

My thoughts of you are golden coins
Stamped in the mint of
memory;
And I must spend them all in song,
For thoughts, as well as gold,

must be
Left on the hither side of death
To gain