10.08.2014, 13:33
HER LOVELINESS
HER loveliness makes music in my soul ; —
A lily in the dew ; a rose at morn
When the wind ripples o'er the golden corn ;
Streams that between the dappled meadows roll
Their shining length ; bells that at evening toll
Their silver vespers ; bees that wind their horn
Through noonday quests ; and, when the stars are born,
Late birds swift winging towards their nested goal —
All these wake not within my prescient heart
So much of joy as when, her gentle eyes
Upraised to mine making my pulses start,
I fitch from their pure deeps some sweet surprise,
And of all beauty feel that she is part —
Beauty of night and dawn, of earth and skies.
HER loveliness makes music in my soul ; —
A lily in the dew ; a rose at morn
When the wind ripples o'er the golden corn ;
Streams that between the dappled meadows roll
Their shining length ; bells that at evening toll
Their silver vespers ; bees that wind their horn
Through noonday quests ; and, when the stars are born,
Late birds swift winging towards their nested goal —
All these wake not within my prescient heart
So much of joy as when, her gentle eyes
Upraised to mine making my pulses start,
I fitch from their pure deeps some sweet surprise,
And of all beauty feel that she is part —
Beauty of night and dawn, of earth and skies.