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Under the brown bird-haunted eaves of thatch
The hollyhocks in crimson glory burned
Against black timbers and old rosy brick,
And over the green door in clusters thick
Hung tangled passion-flowers when we returned
To our own threshold, and with hand on latch
We stood a moment in the sunset gleam
And looked upon our home as in a dream.
Rapt in a golden glow of still delight,
Together on the threshold in the sun
We stood, rejoicing that we two had won
To this deep golden peace ere day was done,
That over gloomy plain and storm-swept height
We two, O Love, had won to home ere night.
CANDLE-LIGHT
Where through the open window I could see
The supper-table in the golden light
Of tall white candles — brasses glinting bright
On the black gleaming board, and crockery
Coloured like gardens of old Araby —
In your blue gown against the walls of white
You stood adream, and in the starry night
I felt strange loneliness steal over me.
You stood with eyes upon the candle-flame
That kindled your thick hair to burnished gold
As in a golden spell that seemed to hold
My heart's love rapt from me for evermore ...
And then you stirred, and, opening the door,
Into the starry night you breathed my name.
FIRELIGHT
Against the curtained casement wind and sleet
Rattle and thresh, while snug by our own fire
In dear companionship that naught may tire
We sit — you listening, sewing in your seat,
Half-dreaming in the glow of light and heat,
I reading some old tale of love's desire
That swept on gold wings to disaster dire,
Then sprang re-orient from black defeat.
I close the book, and louder yet the storm
Threshes without. Your busy hands are still,
And on your face and hair the light is warm
As we sit gazing on the coals' red gleam
In a gold glow of happiness, and dream
Diviner dreams the years shall yet fulfil.
MIDNIGHT
Between the midnight pillars of black elms
The old moon hangs, a thin cold amber flame
Over low ghostly mist: a lone snipe wheels
Through shadowy moonshine droning; and there steals
Into my heart a fear without a name
Out of primeval night's resurgent realms,
Unearthly terror chilling me with dread
As I lie waking wide-eyed on the bed.
And then you turn towards me in your sleep,
Murmuring, and with a sigh of deep content
You nestle to my breast, and over me
Steals the warm peace of you; and, all fear spent,
I hold you to me sleeping quietly
Till I too sink in slumber sound and deep.
Under the brown bird-haunted eaves of thatch
The hollyhocks in crimson glory burned
Against black timbers and old rosy brick,
And over the green door in clusters thick
Hung tangled passion-flowers when we returned
To our own threshold, and with hand on latch
We stood a moment in the sunset gleam
And looked upon our home as in a dream.
Rapt in a golden glow of still delight,
Together on the threshold in the sun
We stood, rejoicing that we two had won
To this deep golden peace ere day was done,
That over gloomy plain and storm-swept height
We two, O Love, had won to home ere night.
CANDLE-LIGHT
Where through the open window I could see
The supper-table in the golden light
Of tall white candles — brasses glinting bright
On the black gleaming board, and crockery
Coloured like gardens of old Araby —
In your blue gown against the walls of white
You stood adream, and in the starry night
I felt strange loneliness steal over me.
You stood with eyes upon the candle-flame
That kindled your thick hair to burnished gold
As in a golden spell that seemed to hold
My heart's love rapt from me for evermore ...
And then you stirred, and, opening the door,
Into the starry night you breathed my name.
FIRELIGHT
Against the curtained casement wind and sleet
Rattle and thresh, while snug by our own fire
In dear companionship that naught may tire
We sit — you listening, sewing in your seat,
Half-dreaming in the glow of light and heat,
I reading some old tale of love's desire
That swept on gold wings to disaster dire,
Then sprang re-orient from black defeat.
I close the book, and louder yet the storm
Threshes without. Your busy hands are still,
And on your face and hair the light is warm
As we sit gazing on the coals' red gleam
In a gold glow of happiness, and dream
Diviner dreams the years shall yet fulfil.
MIDNIGHT
Between the midnight pillars of black elms
The old moon hangs, a thin cold amber flame
Over low ghostly mist: a lone snipe wheels
Through shadowy moonshine droning; and there steals
Into my heart a fear without a name
Out of primeval night's resurgent realms,
Unearthly terror chilling me with dread
As I lie waking wide-eyed on the bed.
And then you turn towards me in your sleep,
Murmuring, and with a sigh of deep content
You nestle to my breast, and over me
Steals the warm peace of you; and, all fear spent,
I hold you to me sleeping quietly
Till I too sink in slumber sound and deep.
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