The mignonette and feverfew
Laid their pale brows together:--"See!"
One whispered: "Did their step thrill through
Your roots?"--"Like rain."--"I touched the two
And a new bud was born in me."

One rose said to another:--"Whose
Is this dim music? song, that parts
My crimson petals like the dews?"
"My blossom trembles with sweet news--
It is the love of two young hearts."



ASSUMPTION

I

A mile of moonlight and the whispering wood:
A mile of shadow and the odorous lane:
One large, white star above the solitude,
Like one sweet wish: and, laughter after pain,
Wild-roses wistful in a web of rain.

II

No star, no rose, to lesson him and lead;
No woodsman compass of the skies and rocks,--
Tattooed of stars and lichens,--doth love need