hile I sing to thee, 138

II. Floats a wild chant of morning, 139

III. When love delays, 141

IV. Thou hast not loved her, 143

V. O Life, 144

VI. If thou wouldst know the Beautiful, 148

VII. Then up the Orient heights, 150

VIII. Vanishing Visions, 152

IX. As to a Nymph, 154

X. Ah! now the orchard's leaves are sear, 157

Dead and Gone, 158

A Mabinogi, 159

Genius Loci, 162

ACCOLON OF GAUL.

_With triumphs gay of old romance._--KEATS.

PRELUDE.

Why, dreams from dreams in dreams remembered! naught
Save this, alas! that once it seemed I thought
I wandered dim with someone, but I knew
Not who; most beautiful and good and true,
Yet sad through suffering; with curl-crowned brow,
Soft eyes and voice; so white she haunts me now:--
And when, and where?--At night in dreamland.
She
Led me athwart a flower-showered lea
Where trammeled puckered pansy and the pea;
Spread stains of pale-rod poppies rinced of rain,
So gorged with sun their hurt hearts ached with pain;
Heaped honeysuckles; roses lavishing beams,
Wherein I knew were huddled little dreams
Which laughed coy, hidden merriment and there
Blew quick gay kisses fragrancing the air.
And where a river bubbled through the sward
A mist lay sleepily; and it was hard
To see whence sprung it, to what seas it led,
How broadly spread and what it was it fled
So ceasless in its sighs, and bickering on
Into romance or some bewildering dawn
Of wisest legend from the storied wells
Of lost Baranton, where old Merlin dwells,
Nodding a white poll and a grand, gray beard
As if some Lake Ladye he, listening, heard,
Who spake like water, danced like careful showers
With blown gold curls thro' drifts of wild-thorn flowers;
Loose, lazy arms in graceful movement tossed,
Float flower-like down a woodland vista, lost
In some peculiar note