BOOK V SONNETS

I Love dwelled with me with music on her lips II Invoking not the worship of the crowd III And yet think not that I desire to seal IV With the young god who out of death creates V O it was gay! the wilderness was floral VI The snow is thawing on the hanging eaves VII So ends the day with beauty in the west VIII Across the evening calm I faintly hear IX Calmer than mirrored waters after rain X I stood like some worn image carved of stone XI Through the deep night the leaves speak, tree to tree XII I walked the hollow pavements of the town XIII In tireless march I move from sphere to sphere XIV A while you shared my path and solitude XV There is a void that reason can not face XVI The mirrors of all ages are the eyes XVII We sat in silence till the twilight fell XVIII He clung to me, his young face dark with woe