Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: LOVE, THE VICTOR TIME was, O Love, when I a vassal knelt, Obedient, at the footstool of thy throne; When all my life was thine?yea, every thought Thy very own. Yet, when I hungered most, and prayed that thou Wouldst give to me some little that I gave, Thou didst but mock me, knowing what I was? Thy willing slave. Yet, though fast bound in shackle and in chain, Pride rose in me, and thou wert cast aside; And long I blessed the day when thou from me Wentst forth and died. How long ago it was I broke my thrall! How long since I have kept apart from thee, Vowing that nevermore my heart should know Thy tyranny! And yet to-day I felt the old desire, After long years of freedom from thy reign; And I have dreamed, full many a night, of Love’s Exquisite pain. No strength of mine can hold thee back, O Love! I thought that I was safe beyond thy will; But after long, long years, lo! here am I, Obedient still! THE FOOTFARER NOW that Spring is in the land, Now that April wakes the wood, I would take my scrip in hand, Roving with old Solitude. I would leave the haunts of men, All the rabble of the mart; I would be a child again, Close upon my Mother’s heart. Being kin to every star In the marvellous Spring nights, I would journey forth afar, Drinking in long-lost delights. For the world was made for me, I who love her music so; I was meant for Arcady, Where the April tides sing low. I would lie upon the breast Of my Mother all day long? She who eases my unrest With her musical low song. She it is who calls me forth When the Springtide winds begin, That, in faring south or north, I can cease to think of sin; Yea, and even when the rain Of sweet April falls on me, I can hear a loved refrain In the w…