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Through blossomed branches seen; Come out with me, dear silent one, And trip it on the green. "Nay, Lad, go you within its light, Nor stay to urge me so-- 'Twas on another moonlit night My heart broke long ago." Oh loud and high the pipers play To speed the dancers on; Come out and be as glad as they, Oh, little Silent one. "Nay, Lad, where all your mates are met Go you the selfsame way, Another dance I would forget Wherein I too was gay." But here you sit long day by day With those whose joys are done; What mates these townfolk old and grey For you dear Silent one. "Nay, Lad, they're done with joys and fears. Rare comrades should we prove, For they are very old with years And I am old with love." THE ROSE I took the love you gave, Ah, carelessly, Counting it only as a rose to wear A little moment on my heart no more, So many roses had I worn before, So lightly that I scarce believed them there. But, Lo! this rose between the dusk and dawn Hath turned to very flame upon my breast, A flame that burns the day-long and the night, A flame of very anguish and delight That not for any moment yields me rest. And I am troubled with a strange, new fear, How would it be if even to your door I came to cry your pitying one day, And you should lightly laugh and lightly say, "That was a rose I gave you--nothing more." THE SONG OF THE YOUNG PAGE All that I know of love I see In eyes that never look at me; All that I know of love I guess But from another's happiness. A beggar at the window I, Who, famished, looks on revelry; A slave who lifts his torch to guide The happy bridegroom to his bride. My granddam told me once of one Whom all her village spat upon, Seeing the church from out its breast Had cast him cursed and unconfessed. An outcast he who dared not take The wafer that God's vicars break, But dull-eyed watched his neighbours pass With shining faces from the Mass. Oh thou, my brother, take my hand, More than one God hath blessed and banned And hidden from man's anguished glance The glory of his countenance. All that I know of love I see I
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