II

Come not as thou cam'st of late,

Flinging the gloom of yesternight

On the white day; but robed in softened light

Of orient state.

Whilome thou camest with the morning mist,

Even as a maid, whose stately brow

The dewimpearléd winds of dawn have kist,

When she, as thou,

Stays on her floating locks the lovely freight

Of overflowing blooms, and earliest shoots

Of orient green, giving safe pledge of fruits,

Which in wintertide shall star

The black earth with brilliance rare.