She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer,。，The wedding song of sun and rains
Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled.。，Threading it with colour, like yewberries the yew.
High Olympus, but vainly for strength。，Said more than of tongue is revealed.
And the lyre of the light above,。，To light and sound, wedding both at the leap of birth.
XIII。，Saw I once a white dove, sole light of earth.
When at dawn she sighs, and like an infant to the window。，All the vale through a thin thread-smoke
Darkness: he: he in person: he raged。，Sweet, sweet: 'twas glory of vision, honey, the breeze
Guarded she would be like the sun were she seen.。，
Divinely thrilled was the man, exultingly full,。，My sweet leads: she knows not why, but now she loiters,
* * *。，Cricketing below, rushed brown and red with sunshine;
Solely in that cherished Rose。，Nightingale and swallow, song and dipping wing.
I have breathed: I have gazed: I have been:。，Or change their perch on a beat of quivering wings
Of the awfulness ranging without,。，
Plucks at my heart and leads me by the ear.。，Waking in amazement she could not but embrace me:
Big of heart we laboured at storing mighty yields,。，Round boulder and bush, cleaving ways,
，To spring perennial; well-spring is common ground.。，Full of milk, and tilted for each in turn the beak.