Two Songs [1914/1916]

She sleeps so lightly, that in trembling fear
  Beside her, where she lies asleep, I kneel,
The rush of thought and supplication staying,
  Lest by some inward sense she see and hear,
If I too clearly think, too loudly feel,
  And break her rest by praying.

Love went a-riding over the earth,
  On Pegasus he rode . . .
The flowers before him sprang to birth,
  And the frozen rivers flowed.

Then all the youths and the maidens cried,
  "Stay here with us, King of Kings!"
But Love said, "No! for the horse I ride,
  For the horse I ride has wings."