As waves that up a quiet cove Shadow forth the banks at will; Controlleth all the soul and sense Droops both his wings, regarding thee, But when I see thee roam, with tresses unconfined, Breathes low between the sunset and the moon; On silken cushions half reclined; I watch thy grace; and in its place While I muse upon thy face; And a languid fire creeps Through my veins to all my frame, Dissolvingly and slowly: soon, From thy rose-red lips мy name I drink the cup of a costly death, Brimmed with delirious draughts of warmest life. I die with my delight, before I hear what I would hear from thee; Yet tell my name again to me, I would be dying evermore, THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER. I SEE the wealthy miller yet, His double chin, his portly size, In yonder chair I see him sit, Three fingers round the old silver cup I see his gray eyes twinkle yet At his own jest — gray eyes Yet fill my glass: give me one kiss: Have I not found a happy earth? I least should breathe a thought of pain. Would God renew me from my birth I'd almost live my life again. So sweet it seems with thee to walk, And once again to woo thee mine It seems in after-dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine To be the long and listless boy Late left an orphan of the squire, Where this old mansion mounted high Looks down upon the village spire: For even here, where I and you Have lived and loved alone so long, Each morn my sleep was broken through By some wild skylark's matin song. And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan; But ere I saw your eyes, my love, I had no motion of my own. For scarce my life with fancy played Before I dreamed that pleasant dream Still hither thither idly swayed Like those long mosses in the stream. Or from the bridge I leaned to hear And see the minnows everywhere In crystal eddies glance and poise, The tall flag-flowers, where they sprung Below the range of stepping stones, And those three chestnuts near, that hung In masses thick with milky cones. But, Alice, what an hour was that, And on the slope, an absent fool, |