VI.

“This day,” Love said, “if ye will hear my voice;

I mount and sing with birds in all your skies.

I am the soul that calls you to rejoice.

And every wayside flower is my disguise.

“Is there not healing in the beauty I bring you?

Am I not whispering in green leaves and rain,

Singing in all that woods and seas can sing you?

Look, once, on Love, and earth is heaven again.

“O, did your Spring but once a century waken,

The heaven of heavens for this would be forsaken.”