For her the showers shall not fall,
  Nor the round sun that shineth to all;
      Her light shall into darkness change;
  For her the green grass shall not spring,
  Nor the rivers flow, nor the sweet birds sing,
      Till Love have his full revenge.

III

=To ——­=

  Sainted Juliet! dearest name! 
      If to love be life alone,
        Divinest Juliet,
      I love thee, and live; and yet
  Love unreturned is like the fragrant flame
      Folding the slaughter of the sacrifice
      Offered to Gods upon an altarthrone;
  My heart is lighted at thine eyes,
  Changed into fire, and blown about with sighs.

IV

=Song=

  I

      I’ the glooming light
      Of middle night,
      So cold and white,
  Worn Sorrow sits by the moaning wave;
      Beside her are laid,
      Her mattock and spade,
  For she hath half delved her own deep grave. 
      Alone she is there: 
  The white clouds drizzle:  her hair falls loose;
      Her shoulders are bare;
  Her tears are mixed with the bearded dews.

  II

      Death standeth by;
      She will not die;
      With glazed eye
  She looks at her grave:  she cannot sleep;
      Ever alone
      She maketh her moan: 
  She cannot speak; she can only weep;
      For she will not hope. 
  The thick snow falls on her flake by flake,
      The dull wave mourns down the slope,
  The world will not change, and her heart will not break.

V

=Song=

  I

  Every day hath its night: 
      Every night its morn: 
  Through dark and bright
      Winged hours are borne;
          Ah! welaway! 
  Seasons flower and fade;
      Golden calm and storm
          Mingle day by day. 
      There is no bright form
  Doth not cast a shade—­
          Ah! welaway!

  II

  When we laugh, and our mirth
      Apes the happy vein,
  We’re so kin to earth
      Pleasuance fathers pain—­
          Ah! welaway! 
  Madness laugheth loud: 
      Laughter bringeth tears: 
          Eyes are worn away
      Till the end of fears
  Cometh in the shroud,
          Ah! welaway!

  III

  All is change, woe or weal;
      Joy is sorrow’s brother;
  Grief and sadness steal
      Symbols of each other;
          Ah! welaway! 
  Larks in heaven’s cope
      Sing:  the culvers mourn
          All the livelong day. 
      Be not all forlorn;
  Let us weep in hope—­
          Ah! welaway!

VI

=Hero to Leander=