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.