Her Voice

　　The wild bee reels from bough to bough

　　With his furry coat and his gauzy wing，

　　Now in a lily-cup， and now

　　Setting a jacinth bell a-swing，

　　In his wandering；

　　Sit closer love： it was here I trow

　　I made that vow，

　　Swore that two lives should be like one

　　As long as the sea-gull loved the sea，

　　As long as the sunflower sought the sun， -

　　It shall be， I said， for eternity

　　'Twixt you and me！

　　Dear friend， those times are over and done；

　　Love's web is spun.

　　Look upward where the poplar trees

　　Sway and sway in the summer air，

　　Here in the valley never a breeze

　　Scatters the thistledown， but there

　　Great winds blow fair

　　From the mighty murmuring mystical seas，

　　And the wave-lashed leas.

　　Look upward where the white gull screams，

　　What does it see that we do not see？

　　Is that a star？ or the lamp that gleams

　　On some outward voyaging argosy， -

　　Ah！ can it be

　　We have lived our lives in a land of dreams！

　　How sad it seems.

　　Sweet， there is nothing left to say

　　But this， that love is never lost，

　　Keen winter stabs the breasts of May

　　Whose crimson roses burst his frost，

　　Ships tempest-tossed

　　Will find a harbour in some bay，

　　And so we may.

　　And there is nothing left to do

　　But to kiss once again， and part，

　　Nay， there is nothing we should rue，

　　I have my beauty， - you your Art，

　　Nay， do not start，

　　One world was not enough for two

　　Like me and you.