Into her chamber window
a shiny nubian plucking oranges
Let us express our finer passions
from our hidden places
There was never a sound beside the wood but one
under a dusky laurel leaf

Softly now the light of day
youngsters in gay numbers
May talk of love in a cottage
but what spiteful chance steals unawares
It is true that the Gods are more use to you than fairies
the lightning flashed and lifted

A bird sang all day

to watch the blue wave curl and break
Calm as that second summer I am

in love with high prophetic places
Out of me unworthy and unknown
these be my unswerving thoughts

Daughters of time into the silent land
my love twines me roses wet with dew
My sorrow when she is here with me
perhaps along a river-side
I do not pray for peace nor ease
in your arms was still delight

Look out upon the stars, my love
shades of night were falling fast
Do you think my love when I

put my arms around you
My soul goes clad in gorgeous things

or my heart a pacing drumbeat