You the sweet and I the strong

And in both the fire of love.

XII

Ride—though now the distant chase

Knows that we have slipped old Time,

Lift the love-light of your face,

Shake the bridle of this rhyme,

See, the flowers of night and day

Streaming past on either hand,

Ride into the eternal May,

Ride into the lovers' land.

THE ROCK POOL

I

Bright as a fallen fragment of the sky,

Mid shell-encrusted rocks the sea-pool shone,

Glassing the sunset-clouds in its clear heart,

A small enchanted world enwalled apart

In diamond mystery,

Content with its own dreams, its own strict zone

Of urchin woods, its fairy bights and bars,

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