IV.
The morning is glad and the morning is fair,
Song, sunshine, and fragrance awake in the air;
I feel like a flower that rejoices in light—
Yet dearer to me is the presence of night.
V.
For then I am conscious of knowledge and power,—
I see the clear planets, each bright in its hour,—
I look in the depth of their light for a sign,—
I ask of the future, and know it for mine.
VI.
I trace on the cards what the stars of night tell;
The past is before me—the heart is my spell:
To me, the sweet hope—the fond secret—is known,
The feelings of others are read by my own.
VII.
Nay, fear not, fair lady! your life’s coming hours,
They are clear as the stars, and as fair as the flowers;
There is one for whose sake to the greenwood you came;—
Oh! lady—you blush!—shall I whisper his name?
