Nocturnes

1.
Thy feet,
That are like little, silver birds,
Thou hast set upon pleasant ways.
Therefore I will follow thee,
Thou Dove o' the Golden Eyes,
Upon any path will I follow thee,
For the light of thy beauty
Shines before me like a torch.

                Poems in Prose and Verse

             I.
Thy feet are white
Upon the foam of the sea;
Hold me fast, thou bright Swan,
Lest I stumble,
And into deep waters.

             ım.
Long have I been the Singer beneath
   thy Casement,
And now I am weary.
I am sick with longing,
O my Beloved;
Therefore bear me with thee
Swiftly upon-
Upon our road.

             Iv.
With the net of thy hair
Thou hast fished in the sea,
And a strange fish
Hast thou caught in thy net;
For thy hair,
Beloved,
Holdeth my heart
Within its web of gold.

             v.
I am weary with love, and thy lips
Are as night-born poppies.
Give me therefore thy lips
That I may know sleep.

             VI.
I am weary with longing,
I am faint with love;
For upon my head the moonlight
Has fallen
As a sword.

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