Rosalind

Rosalind has come to town!  
 All the street’s a meadow,  
Balconies are beeches brown  
 With a drowsy shadow,  
And the long-drawn window panes  
Are the foliage of her lanes.  
 
Rosalind about me brings  
 Sunny brooks that quiver  
Unto palpitating wings  
 Ere they kiss the river,  
And her eyes are trusting birds  
That do nestle without words.  
 
Rosalind! to me you bear  
 Memories of a meeting  
When the love-star smote the air  
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 With a pulse’s beating:  
Does your spirit love to pace  
In the temple of that place?  
 
Rosalind! be thou the fane  
 For my soul’s uprising,  
 Where my heart may reach again  
 Thoughts of heaven’s devising:  
Be the solace self-bestowed  
In the shrine of Love’s abode!