THOUGH DEEP INDIFFERENCE
Though other loves may come and go And long years sever us below} Shall the thin ice that grows above Freeze the deep centre-well of love ? No, still below light amours, thou Shalt rule me as thou ruPst me now,
Year following year shall only set Fresh gems upon thy coronet; And Time, grown lover, shall delight To beautify thee in my sight; And thou shalt ever rule in me Crowned with the light of memory,
MY HEART, WHEN FIRST THE BLACKBIRD SINGS
MY heart9 when first the blackbird sings, My heart drinks in the song:
Cool pleasure fills my bosom through And spreads each nerve along.
My bosom eddies quietly,
My heart is stirred and cool As when a wind-moved briar sweeps
A stone into a pool.