Queen of things! I dare not die GIVE ALL TO LOVE. GIVE all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good-fame, Plans, credit and the Muse, Nothing refuse. "T is a brave master; Let it have scope: Follow it utterly, And the outlets of the sky. It was never for the mean; Leave all for love; Yet, hear me, yet, One word more thy heart behoved, To-morrow, forever, Free as an Arab Of thy beloved. Cling with life to the maid; But when the surprise, First vague shadow of surmise Nor thou detain her vesture's hem, Nor the palest rose she flung From her summer diadem. Though thou loved her as thyself, Though her parting dims the day, Stealing grace from all alive; Heartily know, When half-gods go, The gods arrive. TO ELLEN AT THE SOUTH. THE green grass is bowing, "T is a tune of the Spring; O'er ten thousand, thousand acres, Goes light the nimble zephyr ; The Flowers tiny sect of Shakers Hark to the winning sound! They summon thee, dearest, Saying, 'We have dressed for thee the ground, "O hasten ;' 't is our time, Ere yet the red Summer Scorch our delicate prime, Loved of bee, the tawny hummer. "O pride of thy race! Sad, in sooth, it were to ours, If our brief tribe miss thy face, We poor New England flowers. 'Fairest, choose the fairest members Of our lithe society; June's glories and September's Show our love and piety. 'Thou shalt command us all, April's cowslip, summer's clover, "O come, then, quickly come! We are budding, we are blowing; And the wind that we perfume Sings a tune that's worth the knowing.' TO EVA. O FAIR and stately maid, whose eyes At the same torch that lighted mine; Thy sweet dominion o'er my will, Ah! let me blameless gaze upon With fire that draws while it repels. 88 THINE EYES STILL SHINED. THE AMULET. YOUR picture smiles as first it smiled; Give me an amulet That keeps intelligence with you, And when you love not, pale and blue. Alas! that neither bonds nor vows Can certify possession; Torments me still the fear that love THINE EYES STILL SHINED. THINE eyes still shined for me, though far This morn I climbed the misty hill |