And, when I stir my foot to go, 'Tis leaving Love and light To feel the wind of longing blow From out the dark of night. Her welcome, like her love for me, Is from her heart within: Her warm kiss is felicity That knows no taint of sin. Then comes that soft sweet undertone, The song of heart's desire. There on the cricket's singing stone She makes the bogwood fire.
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Imagine something purer far, More free from stain of clay Than Friendship, Love, or Passion are, Yet human, still as they: And if thy lip, for love like this, No mortal word can frame, Go, ask of angels what it is, And call it by that name! She Moved Through The FairĪnd often when the beetle's horn Has lulled the eye to sleep, I slip into her shieling lorn And through the doorway creep. Oh, call it by some better name, For Friendship sounds too cold, While Love is now a worldly flame, Whose shrine must be of gold: And Passion, like the sun at noon, That burns o'er all he sees, Awhile as warm will set as soon- Then call it none of these.
* A quern is a little hand mill for grinding corn Oh, Call it by Some Better Name With birds in flight and flowers in bloom,
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