Читать книгу The Poems of Madison Cawein. Volume 2 (of 5) - Cawein Madison Julius - Страница 5

Herein the dearness of her is;

The thirty perfect days of June

Made one, in maiden loveliness

Were not more sweet to clasp and kiss,

With love not more in tune.

Ah me! I think she is too true,

Too spiritual for life’s rough way:

So say her eyes,—her soul looks through,—

Two bluet blossoms, watchet-blue,

Are not more pure than they.

So kind, so beautiful is she,

So soft and white, so fond and fair,

Sometimes my heart fears she may be

Not long for Earth, and secretly

Sweet sister to the air.