Poems (Greenwell)/Love Birds

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LOVE BIRDS.
IN A POLYTECHNIC EXHIBITION.
"For likely hearts composed of stars concent Are these—whom Heaven did at the first ordain And made out of one mould the more t' agree; Love have they harboured since their first descent Out of their heavenly bowers, where they did ace And know each other here beloved to be." Spenser.
Mine eyes, 'mid all these wonders may not choose  But fix on ye, meek pair, so closely prest  For warmth against each other, breast to breast, Till all their green and golden couplets fuse, And run in one the many-mingling hues, Whereon your heads lie, drooped and sunk in rest, With eyes half closed, yet straying never, lest Their gaze its one accustomed object lose. Now do ye mind me of two spirits, cast  On life, 'mid all its strangeness new and old, That having found each other out at last, No longer rove, but mutually enfold Soft plume with plume that blends and mingles fast,  The while they keep each other from the cold!
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