Music With Singing (From Without)
Dawn talks to-day
Over dew-gleaming flowers,
Night flies away
Till the resting of hours:
Fresh are thy feet
And with dreams thine eyes glistening.
Thy still lips are sweet
Though the world is a-listening.
O Love, set a word in my mouth for our meeting,
Cast thine arms round about me to stay my heart’s beating!
O fresh day, O fair day, O long day made ours!
LOVE
What wilt thou say now of the gifts Love hath given?
KING PHARAMOND
Stay thy whispering, O wind of the morning—she speaketh.