IMPROMPTU IN MARCH I will cut you wands of willow, I will fetch you catkins yellow For a sign of March.... I've a snowy silken pillow For my head, you foolish fellow— I've no love for March! Get me buckles, bring me laces, Amber beads and chrysoprases, Fans and castanets!... Lady, in the sunny places I can find you early daisies And sweet violets.
IN NEW COLLEGE CLOISTERS Time sleeps— Hush ye: go light— Time sleeps By day and by night. Be your tread Softer than feet of the dead, Lest he wake And his heart break. Stern bells, Muffle your chime; He dreams— Suffer the dreams of Time! To the patter of ilex leaves, To the sound of birds in the eaves, To the sibilant wings of a dove Time dreams—of his love.
THE BEGGAR-MAIDEN There has come to me a lover, O ye winds and waters, With a house for my abiding Full of looking-glass and silk, And a palfrey for my riding White as milk, And the tresses of kings' daughters Spun with pearls, my head to cover! There has come to me a lover, O ye winds and waters! And I kissed him for his kindness To a beggar-maiden.... I, with strong white feet for going At my fancy everywhere; With the wind of heaven blowing Through my hair: With my dwelling star-beladen— Verily I mocked his blindness! But I kissed him for his kindness To a beggar-maiden.
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