Poems (Cary)/Of One Asleep

OF ONE ASLEEP.
Once when we lingered, sorrow-proof,My gentle love and me,Beneath a green and pleasant roofOf oak leaves by the sea,Like yellow violets, springing brightFrom furrows newly turned,Among the nut-brown clouds the lightOf sunset softly burned.Then, veiling close her pensive faceIn clouds of transient flame,The silent child of the embraceOf light and darkness came:We saw her closing now the flowerAnd warning home the bee,Now painting with a godlike powerThe arteries of the sea;And heard the wind beneath nights frownDisplacing quick her smile,Laughingly running up and downThe green hills all the while; Love to our hearts had newly broughtSweeter than Eden gleams,And no dark underswell of thoughtTroubled the sea of dreams.
Low down beneath an oaken roofOf dim leaves by the sea—Where then we lingered, sorrow-proof,My gentle love and me—While sunset softly lights the bower,And wave embraces wave,The shadow of the passion flowerLies darkly on his grave.And musing of his pillow low,His slumber deep and long,My heart keeps heaving to and froUpon the waves of song.No more through sunset's sinking fireAre Eden-gleams descried,The sweetest chord of all life's lyreWas shattered when he died.Yet not one memory would I sell,However woeful proved,For all the brightest joys that dwellIn souls that never loved.