The Beloved

Above Kilite's farthest verge
I saw a heavenly star emerge;
A heavenly star, an earthly rose,
That far its light and fragrance throws.

'Tis long—'tis ages since we met:
The rain-drops fall from Komor yet.
Thence comes my lover too—and see,
He swings his kalap joyfully.

Upon Siofo's quiet lake,
Mark yonder dove its pinions shake;
What crowds around its margin tread!
And why disturb the hazel maid?

Soon will the flowers of May-tide come,
And then the vintage fruits speed home;
And then the busy days of tillage;
And then—and then—our happy village

The marriage song of joy shall hear,
The youth and maiden shall be there;
Girt like a knight that youth shall be,
Beloved—O how beloved, by me!