PEACH trees and Judas trees, br Poppies and roses, br Purple anemones br In garden closes! br Lost in the limpid sky, br Shrills a gay lark on high; br Lost in the covert's hush, br Gurgles a wooing thrush. br br Look, where the ivy weaves, br Closely embracing, br Tendrils of clinging leaves br Round him enlacing, br With Nature's sacredness br Clothing the nakedness, br Clothing the marble of br This poor, dismembered love. br br Gone are the hands whose skill br Aimed the light arrow, br Strong once to cure or kill, br Pierce to the marrow; br Gone are the lips whose kiss br Held hives of honeyed bliss; br Gone too the little feet, br Overfond, overfleet. br br O helpless god of old, br Maimed mid the tender br Blossoming white and gold br Of April splendour! br Shall we not make thy grave br Where the long grasses wave; br Hide thee, O headless god, br Deep in the daisied sod? br br Here thou mayst rest at last br After life's fever; br After love's fret is past br Rest thee for ever. br Nay, broken God of Love, br Still must thou bide above br While, left for woe or weal, br Thou has a heart to feel. br Villa Mattei.