Rosalind

Rosalind has come to town! All the street’s a meadow, Balconies are beeches brown With a drowsy shadow, And the long-drawn window panes Are the foliage of her lanes. Rosalind about me brings Sunny brooks that quiver Unto palpitating wings Ere they kiss the river, And her eyes are trusting birds That do nestle without words. Rosalind! to me you bear Memories of a meeting When the love-star smote the air 15 With a pulse’s beating: Does your spirit love to pace In the temple of that place? Rosalind! be thou the fane For my soul’s uprising, Where my heart may reach again Thoughts of heaven’s devising: Be the solace self-bestowed In the shrine of Love’s abode!