Iii

You spoke but now--and, lo! I vow, From haunts of hart and hind I seemed to hear Romance draw near, White hand in hand with Song, and stand, In some green aisle of wood, and smile, Beguiling soul and mind: You laugh--and, lo! I seem to go In Mirth’s young train; and bird-songs rain Around, above; and Joy and Love Come dancing down the wind.