I have hidden my face in my hair
And my eyes are veiled--
Not even a star must know
How my lips have paled--

Was ever a night so quick
'Neath a moon so round?
I hear the earth as it turns--
And my heart's low sound!




Sad One, Must You Weep


"SAD one, must you weep alway?
Youth's ill wedded with despair;
Ringless hand and robe of grey
Mock the charms which they declare."

Sad and sweetly answered she,
"What are comely robes to me?
I would wear a grass green dress,
Dew pearls for my gems--no less
Now can comfort me."

"Sweet, the shining of your hair
(All forgotten and undone)
Squanders 'neath the veil you wear