Whom Seek You Here, Sweet Mistress Fell? "One Who Loved Me Passing Well. Dark His Eye, Wild His Face - Stranger, If In This Lonely Place Bide Such An One, Then, Prythee, Say I Am Come Here To-Day." "Many His Like, Mistress Fell?" "I Did Not Look, So Cannot Tell. Only This I Surely Know, When His Voice Called Me, I Must Go; Touched Me His Fingers, And My Heart Leapt At The Sweet Pain'S Smart." "Why Did He Leave You, Mistress Fell?" "Magic Laid Its Dreary Spell. - Stranger, He Was Fast Asleep; Into His Dream I Tried To Creep; Called His Name, Soft Was My Cry; He Answered - Not One Sigh. "The Flower And The Thorn Are Here; Falleth The Night-Dew, Cold And Clear; Out Of Her Bower The Bird Replies, Mocking The Dark With Ecstasies, See How The Earth'S Green Grass Doth Grow, Praising What Sleeps Below! "Thus Have They Told Me. And I Come, As Flies The Wounded Wild-Bird Home. Not Tears I Give; But All That He Clasped In His Arms, Sweet Charity; All That He Loved - To Him I Bring For A Close Whispering."