If the sun our white headlands with flame

If the sun our white headlands with flame
Failed to greet,
Should we deem he would shroud them in shame?
Nay, blot
The sweet
Daylight not;
Heaven forgot.

If soft spring failed the flowers name by name
To entreat,
Should we fear she would harden earth's frame?
Her hot
Breath sweet
Bloweth not;
She forgot.

From my love if no gay token came,
Were it meet
To think she had slighted love's claim?
A knot
So sweet
Snappeth not;
She forgot.

If a land full of memories and fame
At the feet
Of a tyrant bowed down, should we blame?
A spot
So sweet
Sinneth not;
It forgot.