Madeline came down the orchard With a mischief in her eye, Half demure and half inviting, Melting, wayward, wistful, shy. 

 Four bright eyes that found life lovely, And forgot to wonder why; Four warm lips at one love-lesson, Learned by heart so easily. 

 We gained something of that knowledge No man ever yet put by, But his after days of sorrow Left him nothing but to die. 

 Madeline went up the orchard, Down the hurrying world went I; Now I know love has no morrow, Happiness no by-and-by. 

 Youth is gone, but whither went he? All my wisdom, poor but plenty, Never learned Festina lente. It was June, and I was twenty. 

IN A SILENCE.

 Heart to heart! And the stillness of night and the moonlight, like hushed breathing Silently, stealthily moving across thy hair! 

 O womanly face! Tender and strong and lucent with infinite feeling, Shrinking with startled joy, like wind-struck water, And yet so frank, so unashamed of love! 

 Ay, for there it is, love--that's the deepest. Love's not love in the dark. Light loves wither i' the sun, but Love endureth, Clothing himself with the light as with a robe. 

 I would bare my soul to thy sight-- Leave not a secret deep unsearched, Unrevealing its shame or its glory. Love without Truth shall die as a soul without God. A lying love is the love of a day But the brave and true shall love forever. 

 Build Love a house; Let the walls be thick; Shut him in from the sight of men; But hide not Love from himself. 

 Ah, the summer night! The wind in the trees and the moonlight! And my kisses on thy throat And thy breathing in my hair! 

 Silent, lips to lips! But our souls have held speech, thought answering echoing thought, Though the only words were kisses. 

THE BATHER.

 I saw him go down to the water to bathe; He stood naked upon the bank. 

 His breast was like a white cloud in the heaven, that catches the sun; It swelled with the sharp joy of the air. 

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