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land of little thrifts. xvi. The moon is mother and the sun is sire Of those young planets which, with infant fire, Have late been found in regions too remote For quicklier search; and these, in time, will dote And whirl and wanton in the realms of space. For there are comets in the nightly chase Who see strange things untalk'd of by the bards; And earth herself has found a trysting-place. xvii. And so 'tis clear that sun and moon and stars Are link'd by love! The marriage-feast of Mars Was fixt long since. 'Tis Venus whom he weds. 'Tis she alone for whom he gaily treads His path of splendour; and of Saturn's ring He knows the symbol, and will have, in spring, A night-betrothal, near the Southern Cross; And all the stars will pause thereat and sing. xviii. What wonder, then, what wonder if to-day I, too, assert my right, in roundelay, To talk of rings and posies and the vows That wait on marriage? 'Tis the wild carouse Of soul with soul athwart the sense of touch. 'Tis this uplifts us when, with fever-clutch, The world would claim us; and our hopes revive In spite of fears that daunt us over-much. xix. Lips may be coy; but eyes are quick, at times, To note the throbbings that are hot as crimes, And fond as flutterings of the wings of doves. For he is blind indeed who, when he loves, Doubts all he sees:--the flickering of a smile, The Parthian glance, the nod that, for a while, Outbids Elysium, and is half a jest, And half a truth, to tempt us and beguile. xx. Thine eyes have told me things I dare not speak; And I will trust the track they bid me seek, Yea, though it lead me to the gates of death! The wind is labouring:--it is out of breath; Belike for scampering up the hill so fast To say all's well with thee; and, down the blast, I seem to hear the sounds of serenades That swell from out the song-fields of the past. [Illustration: cherubs] Seventh Litany. STELLA MATUTINA. Seventh Litany. Stella Matutina. i. Arise, fair Phoebus! and with looks serene Survey the world which late the orbed Queen Did pave with pearl to please enamour'd swains. Arise! Arise! The Dark is bound in chains, And thou'rt immortal, and thy throne is here To sway the seasons, and to make it clear How much we need thee, O thou silent god! That art the crown'd controller of the year. ii. And while the breezes re-construct for thee The shi
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