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TWO IN THE CAMPAGNA.
I WONDER do you feel to-day
As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, to stray
In spirit better through the land, This morn of Rome and May?
For me, I touched a thought, I know,
Has tantalized me many times, (Like turns of thread the spiders throw
Mocking across our path) for rhymes To catch at and let go.
Help me to hold it! First it left
The yellowing fennel, run to seed There, branching from the brickwork's cleft,
Some old tomb's ruin : yonder weed Took up the floating weft,
Five beetles,-blind and green they grope Among the honey-meal: and last,
Everywhere on the grassy slope, I traced it. Hold it fast !
Of feathery grasses everywhere !
An everlasting wash of airRome's ghost since her decease.
Such life here, through such lengths of hours,
Such miracles performed in play, Such primal naked forms of flowers,
Such letting nature have her way While heaven looks from its towers !
Let us be unashamed of soul,
How is it under our control
I would that you were all to me,
You that are just so much, no more. Nor yours nor mine, nor slave nor free!
Where does the fault lie? What the core O'the wound, since wound must be?
I would I could adopt your will,
See with your eyes, and set my heart Beating by yours, and drink my fill
At your soul's springs, your part, my part In life, for good and ill.
Then stand away. I kiss your cheek, Catch your soul's warmth,— I pluck the rose
And love it more than tongue can speakThen the good minute goes.
Already how am I so far
Out of that minute? Must I go Still like the thistle-ball, no bar,
Onward, whenever light winds blow, Fixed by no friendly star?
Where is the thread now? Off again!
Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
“ DE GUSTIBUS—"
Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees,
(If our loves remain)
In an English lane,
Making love, say,
The happier they !
With the beanflower's boon,
What I love best in all the world
In a sea-side house to the farther South,
-She hopes they have not caught the felons.
(When fortune's malice
Lost her, Calais)