POEMS OLD AND NEW
Where she lies low :
I planted daisies there a year ago
That never blow.
You should not loiter so."
fc4 Nay, hush," said Laura :
" Nay, hush, my sister :
I ate and ate my fill.
Yet my mouth waters still;
To-morrow night I will
Buy more " : and kissed her : 10
cc Have done with sorrow ;
I'll bring you plums to-morrow
Fresh on their mother twigs.
Cherries worth getting ;
You cannot think what figs
My teeth have met in,
What melons icy-cold
Piled on a dish of gold
Too huge for me to hold.
What peaches with a velvet nap, 20
Pellucid grapes without one seed :
Odorous indeed must be the mead
Whereon they grow, and pure the wave they drink
With lilies at the brink,
And sugar-sweet their sap."
Golden head by golden head,
Like two pigeons in one nest,
Folded in each other's wings,
They lay down in their curtained bed :
Like two blossoms on one stem, 30
Like two flakes of new-fall'n snow,
Like two wands of ivory
Tipped with gold for awful kings.
Moon and stars gazed in at them,
Wind sang to them lullaby,
Lumbering owls forbore to fly.