Her Voice

The wild bee reels from bough to bough     With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,     Now in a lily-cup, and now     Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,     In his wandering;     Sit closer love: it was here I trow     I made that vow,     Swore that two lives should be like one     As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,     As long as the sunflower sought the sun,     It shall be, I said, for eternity     'Twixt you and me!     Dear friend, those times are over and done;     Love's web is spun.     Look upward where the poplar trees     Sway and sway in the summer air,     Here in the valley never a breeze     Scatters the thistledown, but there     Great winds blow fair     From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,     And the wave-lashed leas.     Look upward where the white gull screams,     What does it see that we do not see?     Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams     On some outward voyaging argosy,     Ah! can it be     We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!     How sad it seems.     Sweet, there is nothing left to say     But this, that love is never lost,     Keen winter stabs the breasts of May     Whose crimson roses burst his frost,     Ships tempest-tossed     Will find a harbour in some bay,     And so we may.     And there is nothing left to do     But to kiss once again, and part,     Nay, there is nothing we should rue,     I have my beauty, you your Art,     Nay, do not start,     One world was not enough for two     Like me and you.