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true lover may see Your glory also, and render All homage to his own darling, Queen Maud in all her splendour.
RIVULET crossing my ground,
And bringing me down from the Hall
This garden-rose that I found,
COME into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.
For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in his light, and to die.
All night have the roses heard
The flute, violin, bassoon;
To the dancers dancing in tune;
And a hush with the setting moon.
I said to the lily, ' There is but one
With whom she has heart to be gay.
When will the dancers leave her alone ?
She is weary of dance and play.'
Now half to the setting moon are gone,
And half to the rising day;
Low on the sand and loud on the stone
The last wheel echoes away.
I said to the rose, “ The brief night goes
In babble and revel and wine.
O young lord-lover, what sighs are those,
For one that will never be thine ?
But mine, but mine,' so I sware to the rose,
• For ever and ever,
And the soul of the rose went into
As the music clash'd in the hall; And long by the garden lake I stood,
For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,
Our wood, that is dearer than all ;
From the meadow your walks have left so sweet
That whenever a March-wind sighs