As through the air Her little fan-shaped feet What beauty in the way the light fell on her eye-brows.... These pages are as silent as drowned cries.... Come back, my Love, and with more fervent eyes Than pity, Lips that bear the ivy-leaf Once chose for emblem Love that never dies? Bow thy head, O shadow on the wall, And weep a shadows grief. ... And so the rain arrived instead of you! Its falling tears on the seas bitterness.... ... But I, who am loves prodigal and fool, What right have I to that high horse of verse? Whose wings in cadenced soaring sweep the sky Taking the waning moons for virgin dawns! Etherial beast to find a home in clouds And pasture on the plenteous voids of heaven! ... Small are these in love and in understanding ... Lift your voice in song, you alone can sing me Songs as white and strong as the marble columns Of Mitylene Songs as pure pure as stars on the silver midnights, Near as moonbeams over the limbs of lovers, Strange as sleep in fields of lethean stillness Heavy with summer. You alone can waken my soul to sorrow, You alone can mend all the broken music: Subtler tones of thought than this shattered singing Words have divided! I cannot weep for you as others weep. My last and dearest dead, For all my tears on lesser griefs are shed! I BUILT A FIRE I built a fire to welcome her, And my voice sighed Aloud her name. To be with her This night, I would have died.... Upon the hours, all in vain My tears, the rain, Fall uselessly, unceasingly.... The heavy door Has closed again ... again! I wait, yet know she will not brave The midnight,--give One hour more, so utterly to live; Wise and mild and shy, Afraid as the heart of a child, I know her heart to be. And mine, that naught will save, Must love and live and crave And break unceasingly! HOW COLD ...