VI.

I too am a Maker and a Poet; Through my whole soul I feel it and know it; My veins are fired with ecstasy! All-mother Earth Did ne'er give birth To one who shall be matched with me; The lustre of my coronal Shall cast a dimness over all.-- Alas! alas! what have I spoken? My strong, my eagle wings are broken, And back again to earth I fall!

SOMETHING NATURAL.

When first I saw thy soul-deep eyes, My heart yearned to thee instantly, Strange longing in my soul did rise; I cannot tell the reason why, But I must love thee till I die.

The sight of thee hath well-nigh grown As needful to me as the light; I am unrestful when alone, And my heart doth not beat aright Except it dwell within thy sight.

And yet--and yet--O selfish love! I am not happy even with thee; I see thee in thy brightness move, And cannot well contented be, Save thou should'st shine alone for me.