The Look, the Kiss, and Joy

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
  Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
  And never kissed at all.

Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
  Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
  Haunts me night and day.

I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
      I will sing to the stars in the sky,
I love, I am loved, he is mine,
      Now at last I can die!

I am sandaled with wind and with flame,
      I have heart-fire and singing to give,
I can tread on the grass or the stars,
      Now at last I can live!

I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.

For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.