("I have been happy...")

Nor silver lilies mystical with dew-

No more than bluets, blown when April takes

Millions of them to make one meadow blue.

I

I have been happy: let the falcon fly,

And follow swiftly where the light wings whir-

Let him bring down the reckless wanderer,

Snatch back that eager rapture from the sky!

And I have been contented: let me cry

My discontent, until, like reeds astir

Before the swift, the tragic whisperer,

Broken are these frail dreams that satisfy!

I have known laughter: make me blind with tears.

I have loved silence: make me deaf with sound.

For every joy set vengeful grief above.

I will not shrink before the threatening years;

I will not falter, I will not give ground;

And I will love as you would have me love!

Il

I have a thousand pictures of the sea-

Snatches of song and things that travellers say.

I know its shimmering from green to gray;

At dawn and sunset it is plain to me.

Like something known and loved for years will be