About her steps the trunks are bare, the branches And dead leaves wrap the fruits that summer planted: Love on My Heart. LOVE on my heart from heaven fell, Soft as the dew on flowers of spring, Sweet as the hidden drops that swell Their honey-throated chalicing. Now never from him do I part, Without him noughtsoever is, Wheatfields. BELOW me, glimmering to the sky, There waves the man-sown grain of God, Who sows the seed shall reap the grain, Who reaps shall sow the seed again; Thus shall the spirit reap, and draw From food transmuted, spirit's law. The body feeds the spirit yet What fire of love lies there in thrall, I see in those still fields the sum Sorrow and gladness, labouring breath, Who sows the seed shall reap the grain, A Spring Night. CLEAR silence floods the valley deeps, the night If God should shake the tree! Yet wherefore so Nor leash the winds, nor bid the seasons cease, Blossom and nightingale, music and bowering bloom Moonlight and bloom and nightingale; the vale Mingles sharp fragrance of the young green earth To brim the cup of ecstasy. I lean Forth to the night, and into its great heart Am folded, folded deep, and understand The ancient peace that breathed through Paradise. |