Secure enough to do what you have done.
Where did you learn this heavenly art,--
You sweetest and most wise of all that live,--
With silent welcome to impart
Assurance of the royal heart
That never questions where it would forgive?

None but a queen could pardon me like this!
My sovereign lady, let me lay
Within each rosy palm a loyal kiss
Of penitence, then close the fingers up,
Thus--thus! Now give the cup
Of full nepenthe in your crimson mouth,
And come--the garden blooms with bliss,
The wind is in the south,
The rose of love with dew is wet--
Dear, it was like you to forget!

HESPER

Her eyes are like the evening air,
Her voice is like a rose,
Her lips are like a lovely song,
That ripples as it flows,
And she herself is sweeter than
The sweetest thing she knows.

A slender, haunting, twilight form
Of wonder and surprise,
She seemed a fairy or a child,