Three Songs

Look out upon the stars, my love,
  And shame them with thine eyes,
On which, than on the lights above,
  There hang more destinies.
Night's beauty is the harmony
  Of blending shades and light;
Then, lady, up, -- look out, and be
  A sister to the night!
 
Sleep not! thine image wakes for aye
  Within my watching breast:
Sleep not! from her soft sleep should fly
  Who robs all hearts of rest.
Nay, lady, from thy slumbers break,
  And make this darkness gay
With looks, whose brightness well might make
  Of darker nights a day.

Sun-flood, moon-gleam
Ebb and flow;
Twinkle-footed star flocks
Come and go:
Eager little Stranger,
Sleep and grow!

Yearning in the moon-lift
Surge the seas;
Southering, the sun-lured
Gray goose flees:
Eager with the same urge,
You and these!

Canopied in splendor -- 
Red, gold, blue -- 
With the tender Autumn
Cooing through;
Oh, the mighty cradle
Rocking you!

I am the sprite of the fountain, 
Sprung from the gloom am I, 
Out of the womb of the Mountain, 
Big with the kiss of the Sky! 
I am the Fugitive Glory, 
Singing the strong soul's story.. 
Twinkling, tinkling, glad to be 
Out of the prison of Earth set free; 
Dancing, mad with the cosmic tune, 
Laughing under the stars and moon --
Back to the Ocean soon!

Back to the Sky and back to the Sea --
Oh I was a prisoner long!
But the love of the Vast was strong in me, 
Straining the leash of song.
What of the hush and what of the chain?
Seek me soon in the rush of the rain.
The hope of the grass, the faith of the stream,
And ocean dreaming the infinite dream!
Kin of the wave and cloud am I,
And the world grows green as I pass by --
Back to the Sea and Sky!