With a sweeter voice than birds
Dare to twitter in their sleep,
Pipe for me a tune of words,
There is a princess in the South
About whose beauty rumors hum
Like honey-bees about the mouth
To the Elect of Love,--or side-by-side
In raptest ecstasy, or sundered wide
By seas that bear no message to or fro
The world is turned ag'in' me,
And people says, 'They guess
That nothin' else is in me
O in the depths of midnight
What fancies haunt the brain!
When even the sigh of the sleeper
Sounds like a sob of pain.
Leedle Dutch baby haff come ter town!
Jabber und jump till der day gone down--
Jabber und sphlutter und sphlit hees jaws--
A strange life--strangely passed!
We may not read the soul
When God has folded up the scroll
In death at last.
He called her in from me and shut the door.
And she so loved the sunshine and the sky!--
As a harvester, at dusk,
Faring down some woody trail
Leading homeward through the musk
Of may-apple and pawpaw,