Move him into the Sun: I. Song of Songs

"When I awoke, the glancing day looked gay

The air said: Fare you fleetly you will meet him!

And when the prosp'rous sun was well begun

I heard a bird say: Sweetly you shall greet him!

Sing me at morn but only with your laugh

Even as Spring that laugheth into leaf

Even as Love that laugheth after Life

Sing me but only with your speech all day

As voluble leaflets do let viols die

The least word of your lips is melody!

Sing me at eve but only with your sigh!

Like lifting seas it solaceth breathe so

Slowly and low, the sense that no songs say

Sing me at midnight with your murmurous heart!

Let youth's immortal moaning chords be heard

Throbbing through you, and sobbing, unsubdued"