Part 4 (1/2)
Not one dared wake him--yet each breast Yearned to be pillow to a thing So fair. 'How will he smile?' thought they, 'In waking?...' But between them pressed One who with laughter bore the rogue away, Ere they had touched a feather of his wing.
Awakenings
The first time she awoke, Her room was filled with light; Thought she: They've made a little fire To warm me through the night....
The next time she awoke, Sweet music stirred the air; Thought she: They've brought a magic lyre To make my dreams more fair....
The third time she awoke, The dawn-swept sky was gray; Thought she: I know my heart's desire Will come to me to-day....
But empty was the street, And ashen was the hearth; And the music-maker's nimble feet Were speeding o'er the earth.
The Clouded Soul
O what have you done with your heart, daughter, And what have you done to your soul, my dear?
Your heart was like a lily in June, And your soul as a crystal clear....
O, I've thrown my heart in a well, mother, For the lily was sick, and needed rain: O, I've wept a cloud round my soul, mother, And we never shall see it again....
The Healer
O will you have my heart, sweet maid, My heart so true, my heart so red?
O will you have my heart, dear maid, And give me yours instead?
O keep your heart, my good young man, For mine is wounded, deep and sore; O keep your heart, my kind young man, For mine shall love no more....
The Open Door
Why have you locked the door, my maid, Why have you locked the door?
O! I have let Grief out, she said, Never to enter more.
Open and set it wide, my maid, Open and set it wide!
Lest Joy should come one day, he said, And have to stand outside.
The Fugitive
When she returned to the clouded land, She held sweet flowers in her hand; Her eyes were bright With a beaming light That none could understand.