Sweet love has twined his fingers in my hair,
And laid his hand across my wondering eyes.
— — I cannot move save in the narrow space
— — Of his strong arms' embrace,
Nor see but only in my own heart where
His image lies.
How can I tell,
— — Emprisoned so well,
If in the outer world be sunset or sunrise?
Sweet Love has laid his hand across my eyes.

Sweet Love has loosed his fingers from my hair,
His lifted hand has left my eyelids wet.
I cannot move save to pursue his fleet
— — And unreturning feet,

Sweet for a little even to fear, and sweet
O love, to lay down fear at love's fair feet;
Shall not some fiery memory of his breath
Lie sweet on lips that touch the lips of death?
You leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free;
Love me no more, but love my love of thee,
Love where thou wilt, and live thy life; and I,
One thing I can, and one love cannot--die.
Pass from me; yet thine arms, thine eyes, thine hair,
Feed my desire and deaden my despair.
Yet once more ere time change us, ere my cheek
Whiten, ere hope be dumb or sorrow speak,

Strange , all-absorbing Love, who gatherest
Unto Thy glowing all my pleasant dew,
Then delicately my garden waterest,
Drawing the old, to pour it back anew:

In the dim glitter of the dawning hours
" Not so," I said, " but still these drops of light,
" Heart-shrined among the petals of my flowers,
" Shall hold the memory of the starry night

" So fresh, no need of showers shall there be." —
Ah, senseless gardener! must it come to pass
That neath the glaring noon thou shouldest see
Thine earth become as iron, His heavens as brass?

I.

The stars are with the voyager
Wherever he may sail;
The moon is constant to her time;
The sun will never fail;
But follow, follow round the world,
The green earth and the sea;
So love is with the lover's heart,
Wherever he may be.

II.

Wherever he may be, the stars
Must daily lose their light;
The moon will veil her in the shade;
The sun will set at night.
The sun may set, but constant love
Will shine when he's away;
So that dull night is never night,
And day is brighter day.

Song is so old,
— Love is so new —
Let me be still
— And kneel to you.

Let me be still
— And breathe no word,
Save what my warm blood
— Sings unheard.

Let my warm blood
— Sing low of you —
Song is so fair,
— Love is so new!

So you're going a-
way Because your heart has gone astray,
And you promised me That you would
always faithful be. Go
to him you love, And be as true as stars a-
bove; But your heart will yearn,
And then some day you will return.
When the dew-drops
fall, 'Tis then your heart, I know, will call.
So be ware, my dove, Don't trust your
life to some false love. But
if you must go, Remember, dear, I love you
so, Sure as stars do shine,
You'll think of when I called you mine.
Good bye, my lady love, Farewell, my turtledove, You are the

Sleep, wayward thoughts, and rest you with my love;
Let not my love be with my love displeased;
Touch not, proud hands, lest you her anger move,
But pine you with my longings long diseased.
Thus, while she sleeps, I sorrow for her sake;
So sleeps my love — and yet my love doth wake.

But O the fury of my restless fear,
The hidden anguish of my chaste desires;
The glories and the beauties that appear
Between her brows, near Cupid's closed fires!
Sleep, dainty love, while I sigh for thy sake;
So sleeps my love — and yet my love doth wake.

So Paradise was brightened, so 'twas blest,
When Innocence and Beauty it possest.
Such was it's more retired Path and Seat,
For Eve and musing Angels a Retreat .
Such Eden's Streams, and Banks, and tow'ring Groves;
Such Eve her self, and such her Muse and Loves .
Only there wants an Adam on the Green ,
Or else all Paradise might here be seen.

So Men, who once have cast the Truth away,
Forsook by God , do strange wild lusts obey;
So the vain Gentiles , when they left t' adore
One Deity , could not stop at thousands more.
Their zeal was senseless strait, and boundless grown;
They worshipt many a Beast , and many a Stone .
Ah fair Apostate! couldst thou think to flee
From Truth and Goodness , yet keep Unity ?
I reign'd alone; and my blest Self could call
The Universal Monarch of her All .
Mine, mine her fair East-Indies were above,
Where those Suns rise that chear the world of Love;

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Sing I for a brave and a gallant barque, and a stiff and a rattling breeze,
A bully crew, and a Captain, true, to carry me o'er the seas;
To carry me o'er the seas, my boys, to my true love so gay-ay-ay,
Who went on a trip in a Government ship ten thousand miles away!

Refrain:
Blow, ye winds, hi oh! a-roaming I will go,
I'll stay no more on England's shore, so let the music play;
I'll start by the morning train to cross the raging main,
For I'm on the road to my own true love, ten thousand miles away!

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