Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate.

The lights from the parlor and kitchen shone out / Through the blinds and the windows and bars; And high over head and all moving about, / There were thousands of millions of billions of stars

A trumpet-vine covered an arbour / With the red and gold of its blossoms. Red and gold like the brass notes of trumpets.

Hopeless, there stand the purple jars / Of night to spill oblivion

Where far remote / The moonbeams gloat

I guess that my friends were just pulling my leg.

So lightly I played with those dark memories, / Just as a child, beneath the summer skies, Plays hour by hour with a strange shining stone

a blessing in disguise

Love is a young green willow / shimmering at the bare wood's edge.

And now May, too, is fled, / The flower-crowned month, the merry laughing May, With rosy feet and fingers dewy wet

Clear was the light of loveliness / That lit her face like rain;

Clear was the light of loveliness / That lit her face like rain;