Poems — Love in Dian’s Lap - IV. - A Carrier Song
I.
SINCE you have waned from us, Fairest of women!
I am a darkened cage Song cannot hymn in.
My songs have followed you, Like birds the summer;
Ah!
bring them back to me, Swiftly, dear comer!
_Seraphim_, _Her to hymn_, _Might leave their portals_;
_And at my feet learn_ _The harping of mortals_!
II.
Where wings to rustle use, But this poor tarrier— Searching my spirit’s eaves— Find I for carrier.
Ah!
bring them back to me Swiftly, sweet comer!
Swift, swift, and bring with you Song’s Indian summer!
_Seraphim_, _Her to hymn_, _Might leave their portals_;
_And at my feet learn_ _The harping of mortals_!
III.
Whereso your angel is, My angel goeth;
I am left guardianless, Paradise knoweth!
I have no Heaven left To weep my wrongs to;
Heaven, when you went from us;
Went with my songs too.
_Seraphim_, _Her to hymn_, _Might leave their portals_;
_And at my feet learn_ _The harping of mortals_!
IV.
I have no angels left Now, Sweet, to pray to: Where you have made your shrine They are away to.
They have struck Heaven’s tent, And gone to cover you: Whereso you keep your state Heaven is pitched over you!
_Seraphim_, _Her to hymn_, _Might leave their portals_;
_And at my feet learn_ _The harping of mortals_!
V.
She that is Heaven’s Queen Her title borrows, For that she pitiful Beareth our sorrows.
So thou, _Regina mî_, _Spes infirmorum_;
With all our grieving crowned _Mater dolorum_!
_Seraphim_, _Her to hymn_, _Might leave their portals_;
_And at my feet learn_ _The harping of mortals_!
VI.
Yet, envious coveter Of other’s grieving!
This lonely longing yet ’Scapeth your reaving.
Cruel!
to take from a Sinner his Heaven!
Think you with contrite smiles To be forgiven?
_Seraphim_, _Her to hymn_, _Might leave their portals_;
_And at my feet learn_ _The harping of mortals_!
VII.
Penitent!
give me back Angels, and Heaven;
Render your stolen self, And be forgiven!
How frontier Heaven from you?
For my soul prays, Sweet, Still to your face in Heaven, Heaven in your face, Sweet!
_Seraphim_, _Her to hymn_, _Might leave their portals_;
_And at my feet learn_ _The harping of mortals_!
