DAWNWHEN, think you, comes the Wind,
|The Wind that kisses me and is so kind?|
|Lo, how the Lily sleeps! her sleep is light;|
|Would I were like the Lily, pale and white!|
|Will the Wind come?|| 5|
The BeechPerchance for you too soon.
The RoseIf not, how could I live until the noon?
|What, think you, Beech-tree, makes the Wind delay?|
|Why comes he not at breaking of the day?|
The BeechHush, child, and, like the Lily, go to sleep.
The RoseYou know I cannot.
The Beech Nay, then, do not weep.
(After a pause!)Your lover comes: be happy now, O Rose!
|He softly through my bending branches goes.|
|Soon he shall come, and you shall feel his kiss.|
The RoseAlready my flushd heart grows faint with bliss;
|Love, I have longd for you through all the night.|
The WindAnd I to kiss your petals warm and bright.
The RoseLaugh round me, Love, and kiss me; it is well.
|Nay, have no fear, the Lily will not tell.|
MORNINGTwas dawn when first you came; and now the sun
|Shines brightly and the dews of dawn are done.|
|Tis well you take me so in your embrace;|
|But lay me back again into my place,|
|For I am worn, perhaps with bliss extreme.|
The WindNay, you must wake, Love, from this childish dream.
The RoseTis you, Love, who seem changed; your laugh is loud,
|And neath your stormy kiss my head is bowd.|
|O Love, O Wind, a space will you not spare?|
The WindNot while your petals are so soft and fair.
The RoseMy buds are blind with leaves, they cannot see,
|O Love, O Wind, will you not pity me?|
EVENINGO Wind, a word with you before you pass;
|What did you to the Rose that on the grass|
|Broken she lies and pale, who loved you so?|
The WindRoses must live and love, and winds must blow.