,
Framed to defy the poison-dart,

XXVIII

Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;

XXIX

Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,

XXX

Love came to us in time gone by
When one at twilight shyly played

XXXI

O, it was out by Donnycarney
When the bat flew from tree to tree

XXXII

Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:

XXXIII

Now, O now, in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music make

XXXIV

Sleep now, O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart!

XXXV

All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,

XXXVI

I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:

CHAMBER MUSIC

I

Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where
The willows meet.

There's music along the river
For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair.

All softly playing,
With head to the music bent,
And fingers straying
Upon an instrument.

II

The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale green glow
The trees of the avenue.

The old piano plays an air,
Sedate and slow and gay;
She bends upon the yellow keys,
Her head inclines this way.

Shy thought and grave wide eyes and hands
That wander as they list--
The twilight turns to darker blue
With lights of amethyst.

III

At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
Of harps playing unto Love to unclose
The pale gates of sunrise?

When all things repose, do you alone
Awake to hear the sweet harps play
To Love before him on his way,
And the night wind answering in antiphon
Till night is overgone?

Play on, invisible harps, unto Love,
Whose way in heaven is aglow
At that hour when soft lights come and go,
Soft sweet music in the air above
And in the earth below.

IV

When the shy star goes forth in heaven
All maidenly, disconsolate,
Hear you amid the drowsy even
One who is singing by your gate.
His song is softer than the dew
And he is come to visit you.

O bend no more in revery