10.08.2014, 13:32
ALL BEAUTEOUS THINGS
ALL beauteous things meet in the wondrous deep
Of her dark eyes — cool dawns and orange eves.
And fhitterings of green wind-lifted leaves
On noon-tide slopes where summer lies asleep ;
There, mirrored, are the streams that downward leap
To die in mist; and there the dream that weaves
Its midnight spell about her and retrieves
Her spirit from the cares day hath in keep.
Plead for me, O my verse, breathe all my love
Into her heart — dear heart that I would fain
Shelter against my own ; and I would prove,
Through all the years to be, that not in vain
To crown her life with blessedness I strove,
Or sought to shield her gentle soul from pain.
ALL beauteous things meet in the wondrous deep
Of her dark eyes — cool dawns and orange eves.
And fhitterings of green wind-lifted leaves
On noon-tide slopes where summer lies asleep ;
There, mirrored, are the streams that downward leap
To die in mist; and there the dream that weaves
Its midnight spell about her and retrieves
Her spirit from the cares day hath in keep.
Plead for me, O my verse, breathe all my love
Into her heart — dear heart that I would fain
Shelter against my own ; and I would prove,
Through all the years to be, that not in vain
To crown her life with blessedness I strove,
Or sought to shield her gentle soul from pain.