ley meadows westward smoulder far.

Now to your glass will you pass
For the last time?
Pass,
Humming that ballad we know?--
Here while I wait it is late
And is past time--
Late,
And love's hours they go, they go.

There is a drawing downward of the night;
The wedded Heaven wends married to the Moon;
Above, the heights hang golden in her light,
Below, the woods bathe dewy in the June.

There through the dew is it you
Coming lawny?
You,
Or a moth in the vines?
You!--at your throat I may note
Twinkling tawny,
Note,
A glow-worm, your brooch that shines.

4.

_She speaks._

How many smiles in the asking?--
Herein I can not deceive you;
My "yes" in a "no" was a-masking,
Nor thought, dear, once to grieve you.
I hid. The humming-bird happiness here
Danced up i' the blood ... but what are words
When the speech of two souls all truth affords?
Affirmative, negative what in love's ear?--
I wished to say "yes" and somehow said "no";
The woman within me knew you would know,
For it held you six times dear.

_He speaks._

So many hopes in a wooing!--
Therein you could not deceive me;
The heart was here and the hope pursuing,
Knew that you loved, believe me.--
Bunched bells o' the blush pomegranate--to fix
At your throat; three drops of fire they are;
And the maiden moon and the maiden star
Sink silvery over yon meadow ricks.
Will you look?--till I hug your head back, so--
For I know it is "yes" though you whisper "no,"--
And my kisses, sweet, are six.

5.

_She speaks._

Could I recall every joy that befell me
There in the past with its anguish and bliss,
Here in my heart it has whispered to tell me,
These were no joys to this.

Were it not well if our love could forget them,
Veiling the _was_ with the dawn of the _is_?
Dead with the past we should never regret them,
These were no joys to this.

When they were gone and the present stood speechful,
Ardent with word and with look and with kiss,
What though we know that their ey