Godward Study of Campaspe

Godward Study of CampaspeGodward On the BalconyGodward Lesbia with her SparrowGodward Leaning on the Balcony
That over hills were doomed to roam;And forth he hastened, strong and fleet, And grasped at moonbeams glistening.Through woven
He heard there oft the flying sound Of feet as light as linden-welling underground, In hidden hollows quavering.Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves, And one by one with sighing soundWhispering fell the beechen leaves In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,By light of moon and ray of star In frosty heavens shivering.Her mantle glinted in the moon, As on a hill-top high and farShe danced, and at her feet was strewn A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again, And her song released the sudden spring,Like rising lark, and falling rain, And melting water bubbling.He saw the elven-flowers spring About her feet, and healed againHe longed by her to dance and sing Upon the grass untroubling.