Five songs

The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole
Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love, and taught the whole
Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole
God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,
And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.
The names of country, heaven, are changed away
For where thou art or shall be, there or here;
And this . . . this lute and song . . . loved yesterday,
(The singing angels know) are only dear
Because thy name moves right in what they say.

The sea heard, the deep sad sea
Throbb'd with one bitter secret more
But set no murm'ring rumor free,
By wind or bird to cave or shore

The stars saw but no trembling star
Of all the wild bewitching train
Has ever whisper'd from afar
The story of the hopeless pain

The night heard: but the silent night
Unveils no tears: betrays no sighs
She wraps away from sound and sight
Despairing hearts and watching eyes

What if the night and stars and sea
Should but for once their pledge forget
And softly breathe alone to thee
She loved thee then, she loves thee yet...

I heard a maid with her guitar,
Who play'd like Orpheus to the wind,
And set forth rhythmic notes afar
From out an arbor vine entwined
She knew the god of love was blind
And left her white heart gates ajar
I heard a maid with her guitar,
Who play'd like Orpheus to the wind.

But, ah! Love's ears are keen as are
The ears of shy pool-haunting hind,
And when she closed her bosom's bar
She found the god was there enshrined
I heard a maid with her guitar,
Who play'd like Orpheus to the wind.

The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven --
All's right with the world!

Come what will, you are mine today
While the woodbirds sing, and the world is gay
You are mine for a moment, come what may.

But how will it be when the sun's away
Where shall we go when the swallows fly
What shall we do when the roses die?

You are mine today, or you smile, or you sigh
But how will it be in the by and by?

You are mine today in your grace full grown
To clasp and kiss and to call my own
But how will it be when the rain comes down
When the birds are mute and the woods are brown

You are mine today with your secret told
The flow'r whose leaves I have watch'd unfold
But how will it be when the wind is cold?
What shall we do when we both grow old?

You are mine today while our hearts beat high
Though the sun be setting, I care not, I!
There are other lands where swallows fly
There is still next year when the roses die
There are other lands where the swallows fly

You are mine today, you are mind today
While our hearts, our hearts beat high.