Part 5 (2/2)

Challenging day, yet, lovelier than light, Blus.h.i.+ng with dawn the flick'ring leaves between, Burn the rose blossoms, traitors to the night-- Color of joy upon the tranquil green.

Brave to the amorous sun, who, fearing, grieves, At last the tree's whole heart with love is crowned-- The rose-red flowers warm against the leaves, The rose-red petals sweet against the ground.

X

_Good-Bye Sorrow_

Day that began with a tear, Will you end with a sigh?

Stay! See the blossoming year, Laugh up to the sky.

Nay, here's a hope for your fear, Sweet sorrow--good-bye!

XI

_In Harbor_

My little boat is in a bay, It swings with gentle motion, And there I lie and watch all day The far-off, noisy ocean.

The s.h.i.+ps go up, the s.h.i.+ps go down, And never see me spying.

They are the pride and fear of town-- Sails wide and colors flying.

They are so strong, they are so tall, They fear no storm, no sorrow; With brave eyes to the sun, they all Set sail for some to-morrow.

Sometimes I long to range and roam, My harbor life bewailing, But little boats must bide at home, To gayly speed the sailing.

XII

_Rosa Mundi_

O life that flowered at the very top of the tree, Redder than all the roses out of the South, This was the blossom colored and wrought for me, Sweeter than scarlet bloom of a maiden's mouth.

Fain would I climb, and fain would I reach the flower.

Ah, but the tree was tall as the flower was fair!

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