glory left my pathway bright; And stars on stars throughout the night Came blooming into light. p. 39II. DAWN. p. 39 O lily with the heavenly sun Shining upon thy breast! My scattered passions toward thee run, And poise to awful rest. The darkness of our universe Smothered my soul in night; Thy glory shone; whereat the curse Passed molten into light. Raised over envy; freed from pain; Beyond the storms of chance: Blessed king of my own world I reign, Controlling circumstance. p. 41III. NOON. p. 41 Warble, warble, warble, O thou joyful bird! Warble, lost in leaves that shade my happy head; Warble loud delights, laud thy warm-breasted mate, And warbling shout the riot of thy heart, Thine utmost rapture cannot equal mine. Flutter, flutter, and flash; crimson-wingèd flower, Parted from thy stem grown in land of dreams! Hover and tremble, flitting till thou findest, Butterfly, thy treasure! Yet thou never canst Find treasure rich as my contented rest. p. 42Hum on contentedly, thou wandering bee! Or pausing in chosen flowers drain their sweets; From honeyed petal thou canst never sip The sweetest sweet of sweets, as I from Love,— From Love’s warm mouth draw sweetest sweet of sweets. p. 42 Round, western wind, in grateful eddies sway, Whisper deliciously the trembling flowers: O could I fill thy vacancy as I Am filled with happiness, thou’dst breathe such sounds Their blooms should wane and waver sick for love; Thou’dst utter rarer secrets than are blown With yonder bean-fields’ paradisal scents;— These bean-field odours, lightly sweet and faint, That tell of pastures sloping down to streams Murmuring for ever on through sunny lands; Where mountains gleam and bank to silvery heights That scarce the greatest angel’s wing can reach; p. 43Where wondrous creatures float beneath the shade Of growths sublime, unknown to mortal race; Where hazes opaline lie tranced in dreams, Where melodies are heard and die at will, And little spirits make hot love to flowers. p. 43 Though broadly flaming, plain
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