I seem t' have seen
All that such dreams may mean.

IV.

O pansy-violet,
Long, long ago we met--
'T was in a Fairy-tale:
Two children in a vale
Sat underneath glad stars,
Far from the world of wars;
Each loved the other well:
Her eyes were like the spell
Of dusk and dawning skies--
The purple dark that dyes
The midnight: his were blue
As heaven the day shines through.

V.

O pansy-violet,
What is this vague regret,
This yearning, so like tears,
That touches through the years
Long past, when Myth and Fable
In all strange things were able
To beautify the Earth,
Things of immortal worth?--
This longing, that to me
Is like a memory
Lived long ago, of those
Fair children who, it knows,
Loved with no mortal love;
Whom smiling heaven above
Fostered, and when they died
Laid side by loving side.

VI.

O pansy-violet,
I dream, remembering yet
A wood-god-guarded tomb,
Out of whose moss a bloom
Sprang, with three petals wan
As are the eyes of dawn;
And two as darkly deep
As are the eyes of sleep.--
O flower,--that seems to hold
Some memory of old,
A hope, a happiness,
At which I can but guess,--
You are a sign to me
Of immortality:
Through you my spirit sees
The deathless purposes
Of death, that still evolves
The beauty it resolves;
The change that aye fulfills
Life's meaning as God wills.

Heart of my Heart

Here where the season turns the land to gold,
Among the fields our feet have known of old,--
When we were children who would laugh and run,
Glad little playmates of the wind and sun,--
Before came toil and care and years went ill,
And one forgot and one remembered still,
Heart of my heart, among the old fields here,
Give me your hands and let me draw you near.
Heart of my heart.

Stars are not truer than your soul is true--
What need I more of heaven then than you?
Flowers are not sweeter than your face is sweet--
What need I more to make my world complete?
O woman nature, love that still endures,
What strength hath ours that is not born of yours?
Heart of my heart, to you, whatever come,
To you the lead, whose love hath led me home.
Heart of my heart.

Witnesses

I.

You say I do not love you!--Tell me why,
When I have gazed a