THY FOLDED SECRECY DOTH LIKE A CHARM COMPEL TO THOUGHT. WHAT SPRING BORN YEARNING LIES WITHIN THE QUIET OF THY STAINLESS BREAST THAT DOTH WITH LANGUOROUS PASSION SEEM TO RISE? THE SOUL DOTH TRUANT ANGELS ENTERTAIN WHAT WHISPERS HAST THOU FROM YON CHILDLIKE SEA THAT SOBS ALL NIGHT BESIDE THESE GARDEN WALLS? CANST THOU INTERPRET WHAT THE LARK HATH SUNG WHEN FROM THE CHOIR OF HEAVEN HER MUSIC FALLS? LF F FOR COMPANIONSHIP OF PURITY THE EQUAL PALLOR OF THE RISEN MOON DISTURB THY DREAMS, DOST KNOW TO READ ARIGHT HER SILVER TRACERY ON THE DARK LAGOON? THE MISCHIEF-MAKING FRUITFULNESS Of May STIRS ALL THE GARDEN FOLK WITH VAGUE DESIRES: DOTH THERE NOT REACH THINE APPREHENSIVE EAR THE FADED LONGING OF THESE DARK-ROBED FRIARS, WHEN, IN THE EVENING HOUR TO MEMORIES GIVEN, SOME GRAY-HAIRED MAN AMID THE GATHERING GLOOM FOR ONE DELIRIOUS MOMENT SEES AGAIN THE GLEAM OF EYES AND WHITE-WALLED ERZEROUM? HAST THOU NOT LOVED HIM FOR THIS HUMAN DREAM? OR SIGHED WITH HIM WHO YESTER-EVENING SAT UPON THE LOW SEA-WALL,AND SAW THROUGH TEARS HIS RUINED HOME, AND SNOW-CLAD ARARAT? IF THOU ART DOWERED WITH SOME REFINÈD SENSE THAT SHARES THE COUNSELS OF THE NESTING BIRD, CANST HEAR THE MIGHTY LAUGHTER OF THE EARTH, AND ALL THAT EAR OF MAN HATH NEVER HEARD, IF THE ABYSMAL STILLNESS OF THE NIGHT SHALL NOT THE GOSSIP OF THE MAUDLIN BEE, |