AN INTERLUDE › greenest growth of the Maytime, e spring was glad that we met. e was something the season wanted, breath at your lips that panted, e pulse of the grass at your feet. came, and the sun came after, r feet in the full-grown grasses Moved soft as a weak wind blows: passed me as April passes, Vith face made out of a rose. AN INTERLUDE By the stream where the stems are slender, Light leaves in the springtime hedge. On boughs that the sweet month blanches It might be a bird in the branches, I waited to watch you linger With foot drawn back from the dew, Till a sunbeam straight like a finger Struck sharp through the leaves at you, And a bird overhead sang Follow, I saw where the sun's hand pointed, AN INTERLUDE e dawn and the dewfall anointed, I were queen by the gold on your head. e glimpse of a burnt-out ember alls a regret of the sun, ember, forget, and remember at Love saw done and undone. ember the way we parted, May with her world in flower emed still to murmur and smile ou murmured and smiled for an hour: saw you turn at the stile. nd like a white wood-blossom ou lifted, and waved, and passed, head hung down to the bosom, nd pale, as it seemed, at last. AN INTERLUDE And the best and the worst of this is, ADE OF THE DEVIL-MAY CARE s the wandering pike am I, y the strings to my amorous bow, than a little inclined to fly terfly lovering, to and fro; py wherever the flowers blow, the dew on the leaf, and the sunshine above. ribly wrong and unprincipled? No, s too short to be "dead in love!" or me is the lover's sigh; ols are they, to be worrying so! kim the cream, and let all else go; |