My Earthly Love

No dlm and drearay ghot I ing, Nor phantom floating in the air ; To one who treads the noltd eurth I Hf nd alike n iy aong and j-rajiT. To perfect matter Btrong aDtt cweet, Tbn face and form of her I love ; The matchless speech and subtle breath, And cyeliil trembling likp a dove - A dove withln au early CHt, Who hears tho coming of her mate, Or feelfi the kin upon hor bronst, And chidea hún that he comen eo late. The matchlesn joy of nenno I fting ! The earthly Joj of he.re and now ; Iïefore no fadiug ghost I knecl - Before no diatant futura bow. Go, littlo song, and Heek tho lipn Of her who waits thee with a kiss ; And teil her, only in hor arma 'f'liy poet master dreams of blisa. No angel Been ly prophet eye, Nor ehaped by art with pcerliiw grace, With fcet that tread the azure cky. And roam the boundIBf fteldn of Bpacet Ia half bo truc or sweetly fair Ar ono who walkB with me apart ; I lone me in her Bhining halr - Hhe is the goddess oí my hoart. O death, so like a Btormy clond Witbin a gentle aummer sky, Thou lonely phantom, Bad to see I win not fear th- though I die ! Qo, little song, to her I love, And teil her death is in tho air; It Ir bis shadow on the world That maken the present moment fair. We hare one hour of life and love, Aud ages filled with nilent sleep- There i no time for faith to pray Nor timo for sullen grief to weep. Go, teil her if we love not now The Ii{ ■ wc live íb only dcath And (lust that have no joy in time, And only feed on bitter breath.