Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: FIVE YEARS Again the lips of April blow On golden trumpet-daffodils. Awake ! my love, for we must go And build our altar on the hills, Where breaks the foamy mist when dawn Comes white and bosomed as a swan. Take, sweet, thy hand from off my breast, And mine shall leave thy fragrant hair. Open thy lips in happy jest, And mine shall set a token there. Then forth! where cloud and leaf and wing Speed, shine, and tremble with the spring. There we shall find a place of shade Where, round the oak's gigantic foot, The primrose blossoms unafraid, And scented winds have made a lute Of leaves, to sing of 'stablished power And loveliness that lasts an hour. There we shall raise a hallowed shrine Where we may sing our marriage hymn, And taste Love's mystic bread and wine, Nor envy ev'n the Seraphim Round God, who bends, and smiles, and hears The voice of five melodious years: Fire years with overflowing store Of Love that mingles mind with mind ; That, giving, gathers more and more, And, taking, leaves not less behind ; And rolls the clouds from Truth's majestic sun, And finds the One in all, the All in one. gth April, i)o8 "THE ROOKS FLY EAST" The rooks fly east, the gulls go west, To find the place they love the best, Where each has built a cosy nest. But I go east, and I go west, And wood and wave are equal blessed, For where my love is, there is rest. SORROW AND LOVE Sorrow brought us love, Life and life's fruition. Gained is all to gain,— What the acquisition ?— Ache of heart and head, Fear for loss to-morrow.— Sorrow brought us love.— Love has brought us sorrow ! " Love has brought us sorrow ! " Must, then, love be going ? No! We clasp and kiss, Tear for tear bestowing. Sweet, look up ! a light Cl... --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.