To Diane

The ruddy poppies bend and bow Diane! do you remember? The sun you knew shines proudly now The lake still lists the breezes' vow; Your towers are fairer for their stains, Each stone you smiled upon remains. Sing low, where is Diane? Diane do you remember?

I come to find you through the years-- Diane! do you remember? For none may rule my love's soft fears. The ladies now are not your peers, I seek you thro' your tarnished halls, Pale sorrow on my spirit falls High, low--where is Diane? Diane do you remember?

I crush the poppies where I tread-- Diane! do you remember? Your flower of life--so bright, so red-- She does not hear--Diane is dead. I pace the sunny bowers alone Where nought of her remains but stone. Sing low--where is Diane? Diane does not remember.

BIRD LOVE-- ROSE LOVE

If you were but a rose--dear love-- And I your bird, with dip of wing To tell a promise of the Spring And with a golden swift caress My happy careless love confess, No pain such gentle vows could bring, No tears should stay my flight above, If you were but a rose--dear love.

Bird-love, rose-love, to last the day Why shall not we whose hearts are light Put by the coming of the night, Catch glints of rapture from the sky, The scents that swing where lilies lie, And ring them to a garland white To ease the pain of life away? Bird-love, rose-love, to last the day!