vigorous onslaught?
Beauty's a challenge as fierce and as stirring as conflict...
Look--how she runs through the tremulous twilight to meet me--
Do you remember?_

_See--it is night and she turns to my arms of a sudden;
Soft as a mother and wild with the fires of April--
Bashful and bold, with her passionate hair all about her;
Lovely and lavish._

_Lute, it was she who awoke and impelled us to singing--
Ah, those first lyrics, impulsive and feeble and earnest--
She who aroused us and soothed us--our passion, our pillow--
Dare you forget her!_

_Only remember 'tis she keeps me rested and restless;
Only remember my heart, like a fate in strong breezes.
Leaps at the thought of her voice and her slow, searching kisses,
Stabbing and healing._

"FEUERZAUBER"

I never knew the earth had so much gold--
The fields run over with it, and this hill
Hoary and old,
Is young with buoyant blooms that flame and thrill.

Such golden fires, such yellows--lo, how good
This spendthrift world, and what a lavish God--
This fringe of wood,
Blazing with buttercup and goldenrod.

You too, beloved, are changed. Again I see
Your face grow mystical, as on that night
You turned to me,
And all the trembling world--and you--were white.

Aye, you are touched; your singing lips grow dumb;
The fields absorb you, color you entire...
And you become
A goddess standing in a world of fire!

SUNDAY NIGHT

Tossing, throughout this tense and nervous night
Sleepless I drowse. My soul, for lack of rest,
Sinks like a bird, that after flight on flight
Misses the shelter of its well-loved nest.
So would I gain your side and seek, my love,
The comfortable heaven of your breast.

Once more to lie beside the window seat,
And see, far off, the ribboned river-lights,
The yellow gas-lamps in the dusky street--
And pressing close, from proud and alien heights,
The noble skies and the inviolate stars
Surround and bless us these autumnal nights.

No words--the silence and your breathless name
Are all that's in the world; and faint and fair
The distant church-bells solemnly proclaim
To all the meek and sabbath-scented air...
I take you in my arms ... and I awake
Groping, with restless anger, for a prayer.

AT KENNEBUNKPORT

We sat together at the ocean's edge,
The night