Where spring the fountains of thy mystic brew That thrills alike the peasant maid and queen, That flowers hearts with drops of wondrous dew On gale-swept shores, as where the roses dream? HEART'S DESIRE Give me the breath of dewy morns, The stirring chase, the hunter's horns, The scent of roses 'mid the thorns In all their beauty dreaming. Give me the shining fields so sweet, Where sun and shadow love to meet; The sickles swinging through the wheat, While golden sunlight's streaming. Give me the flower-jewelled hills-- A love-song that with rapture thrills, That lifts the heart above earth's ills, And gives to life new meaning. Give me the hush of quiet eves, The sleepy note amid the leaves, God's calm, sweet slumber that relieves, While starry lamps are gleaming. Give me a woman sweet and true To have and hold life's journey through, And love like sunshine ever new In bright eyes softly beaming. Give these, the world may have the rest; The heart's content the heart that's blest; Ah, gold is bright, but these are best! I'll ask no more, I'm deeming. THE AWAKENING Think not 'tis death because so cold earth lies, Wrapped in her snowy shroud of billowed white, For when the tears of springtime kiss her brow Her violet eyes will open wide and sweet, And unseen hands will robe her wondrously, Weaving with garlands all her tresses fair. Again her cheek with blushing rose will glow, And sighs sweet-scented will her bosom stir, And radiant in her sunny maidenhood, With ripples of sweet laughter she will roam, Scattering auroral gifts of flow'ry bloom, Till all mankind shall worship at her feet. EYES OF THE HEART I haunt again those unforgotten ways Where once we walked in dear remembered days; And throbbing earth, the streams and skies so blue, Call with my heart in longing, dear, for you. I see thee sad with every wind that grieves, Behold thy cheeks in autumn's blushing leaves; Thy laugh I hear when come the rippling rills, Sparkling and gay adown the grassy hills. Ah, it is love that sees alone thy form In every rose that doth the vale adorn! Ah, it is love when all the summer sky Seems but reflected beauty from thine eye! I hear thy voice in cadences so sweet, When birds that love in woody places meet; Thy loving smile I see revealed again In every sunburst following the rain. When o'er the land soft steals the breath of June, And happy birds within the treetops tune, Then hand-in-hand again to love's sweet lays I walk with thee as in the olden days. The strands of gold, the sun-god's gleaming hair, Is as the light within thy tresses rare; The white-sailed moon-ship gliding on the night Has gleaned her beauty from thy forehead white.