Xix

I have left the groves of sleep, Sad a little to leave you Hid beneath their branchy roof From morning sun and dew.

Gleam now phlox and hollyhock; I look on joyous garden site, And know that soon the crystal bells Will tinkle in the light.

Then suddenly I take my way to you, With such a tenderness and love that sweep Into my midmost being That it seems my thought has travelled through-- To bring you joy of reawakening-- All the leafy umbrage of your sleep.

And when I come to you within the house, That shade and silence still possess, hear My ardent kisses, fresh And clear, Sing you a morning song through meadows of the flesh.