OF AN ANGEL
In noon-day gold, in moonlight snow,
I know the precious things I know,
Hidden not from my love-keen sight
By dazzle of day and mirk of night.
I know the precious things I know,
Hidden not from my love-keen sight
By dazzle of day and mirk of night.
Mine Angel's praying hands and meek,
The pure young outline of his cheek,
His grave young mouth, his brow like snow,
His everlasting eyes I know.
The pure young outline of his cheek,
His grave young mouth, his brow like snow,
His everlasting eyes I know.
Love lights his taper at those eyes,
O, stainless Bird of Paradise!
Love in your heart to Love divine
Has built a temple and a shrine.
O, stainless Bird of Paradise!
Love in your heart to Love divine
Has built a temple and a shrine.
O lips that bless, and eyes that yearn,
And sometimes sad, but never stern,
Dearest, my friend, my gift of God,
Companion on my dangerous road.
And sometimes sad, but never stern,
Dearest, my friend, my gift of God,
Companion on my dangerous road.
Stay with me, though the day be long,
And Heaven is lonelier for your song;
Though I be sad, and all my plea
Is only my sad poverty.
And Heaven is lonelier for your song;
Though I be sad, and all my plea
Is only my sad poverty.
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