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FOR M. C.
The first flame, the first spear of the spring, / A thing perfected of the dews and fire, / Saffron in hoar-frost, brightened as with wine: / Thou blossoming in the heart of me!
Ah, golden / Is she whose love hath led me through the world / A thing of dews and fire, of wine and saffron!
Gray willows veiling my beloved / Bend above her, / As though you would love her, / Now clear water shadoweth her whiteness.
Ere brown bees go abroad murmuring, / One saffron crocus hath made glad desire, / To follow on swift feet slim feet of thine; / Love wakening for joy of thee, / Beholden / As golden petals of one flower unfurled, / Brimmed up with dews and fire, with wine and saffron.
Clear waters shadowing her whiteness / Flow beside her, / As tho' you would hide her, / Jealous that mine eyes have my beloved.