far spear of light now lays Its long gold shaft upon the waters. Ah! might I pass upon its rays To where it gleams beyond the waters, Or might my troubled heart be fed Upon the frail clear light there shed, Then were my pain at last allay'd. III Although the clouded storm dismays Many a heart upon these waters, The thought of that far golden blaze Giveth me heart upon the waters, Thinking thereof my bark is led To port wherein no storm I dread; No tempest maketh me afraid. IV Yet when within my heart I gaze Upon my fair beyond the waters, Meseems my soul within me prays To pass straightway beyond the waters. Though I be alway banished From ways and woods that she doth tread, One thing there is that doth not fade, V Deep in my heart that spear-print stays, That wound I gat beyond the waters, Deeper with passage of the days That pass as swift and bitter waters, While a dull fire within my head Moveth itself if word be said Which hath concern with that far maid. VI My love is lovelier than the sprays Of eglantine above clear waters, Or whitest lilies that upraise Their heads in midst of moated waters. No poppy in the May-glad mead Would match her quivering lips' red If 'gainst her lips it should be laid. VII The light within her eyes, which slays Base thoughts and stilleth troubled waters, Is like the gold where sunlight plays Upon the still o'ershadowed waters. When anger is there mingled There comes a keener gleam instead, Like flame that burns beneath thin jade. VIII Know by the words here mingled What love hath made my heart his stead, Glowing like flame beneath thin jade. CANZON TO BE SUNG BENEATH A WINDOW I Heart mine, art mine, whose embraces Clasp but wind that past thee bloweth E'en this air so subtly gloweth, Guerdoned by thy sun-gold traces, That my heart is half afraid For the fragrance on him laid; Even so love's might amazes! II Man's love follows many faces, My love only one face knoweth; Towards thee only my love floweth, And outstrips the swift stream's paces. Were this love well here displayed, As flame flameth 'neath thin jade Love should glow through these my phrases. III Though I've roamed through many places, None there is that my heart troweth Fair as that wherein fair groweth One whose laud here interlaces Tuneful words, that I've essayed. Let this tune be gently played Which my voice herward upraises. IV If my praise her grace effaces, Then 'tis not my heart that showeth, But the skilless tongue that soweth Words unworthy of her graces. Tongue, that hath me so betrayed, Were my heart but here displayed, Then were sung her fitting praises. CANZON: OF INCENSE I Thy gracious ways, O Lady of my heart, have O'er all my thought their golden glamour cast; As amber torch-flames, where strange 

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