10.08.2014, 12:49
WITHDRAWN
WHERE nun-faced violets, dashed with silver dew,
Hide in the moss-lipped hollows of the bank,
And slender osier wands, reared rank on rank,
Sway o'er the waters kissed to heaven's own blue;
Where breathing winds balsamic odors strew
Far sweeter than Persephone e'er drank
In that pale garden where dream-zephyrs prank
The dim gray slopes with rosemary and rue —
There dwells she whose white soul is like the eve
When the clear sun has vanished from the skies,
And the large stars, amid the twilight, weave
Through trance-hushed leaves their wizard traceries ;
There steal no rumors of the world to grieve
The lucid innocence of her calm eyes.
WHERE nun-faced violets, dashed with silver dew,
Hide in the moss-lipped hollows of the bank,
And slender osier wands, reared rank on rank,
Sway o'er the waters kissed to heaven's own blue;
Where breathing winds balsamic odors strew
Far sweeter than Persephone e'er drank
In that pale garden where dream-zephyrs prank
The dim gray slopes with rosemary and rue —
There dwells she whose white soul is like the eve
When the clear sun has vanished from the skies,
And the large stars, amid the twilight, weave
Through trance-hushed leaves their wizard traceries ;
There steal no rumors of the world to grieve
The lucid innocence of her calm eyes.