Should 'scape my seeing,
Nor all her ambushed sorceries
Secure concealment be
For her bright being.

Yea! should she by the laddered pine
Steal to the stars on high,
Her fairy whiteness,
Hidden in brightness,
Her hiding-place would so out-shine
The constellated sky,
She could not 'scape the eye
Of my pursuing,
Nor her fawn-foot lightness
Out-speed my wooing.




MAY IS BACK

May is back, and You and I
Are at the stream again--
The leaves are out,
And all about
The building birds begin
To make a merry din:
May is back, and You and I
Are at the dream again.