The White Statue
I love you, silent statue! for your sake
My songs in prayer upreach
Frail hands of flame-like speech
That some mauve-silver twilight you may wake!
My songs in prayer upreach
Frail hands of flame-like speech
That some mauve-silver twilight you may wake!
I love you more than swallows love the south,
As sunflowers turn and turn
Towards the sun, I yearn
To press warm lips against your cold white mouth!
As sunflowers turn and turn
Towards the sun, I yearn
To press warm lips against your cold white mouth!
I love you more than scarlet skirted dawn,
At sight of whose spread wings
The great world wakes and sings;
Forgetful of the long, vague dark withdrawn.
At sight of whose spread wings
The great world wakes and sings;
Forgetful of the long, vague dark withdrawn.
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