TRIFORMIS.
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TRIFORMIS. |
So pure her forehead's dazzling white, |
So swift and clear her radiant eyes, |
Within the treasure of whose light |
Lay undeveloped destinies, — |
Of thoughts repressed such hidden store |
Was hinted by each flitting smile, |
I could but wonder and adore, |
Far off, in awe, I gazed the while. |
I gazed at her, as at the moon, |
Hanging in lustrous twilight skies, |
Whose virgin crescent, sinking soon, |
Peeps through the leaves before it flies. |
Untouched Diana, flitting dim, |
While sings the wood its evening hymn. |
II. |
Again we met. O joyful meeting! |
Her radiance now was all for me, |
Like kindly airs her kindly greeting, |
So full, so musical, so free. |
Within romantic forest aisles, |
Within romantic paths we walked, |
I bathed me in her sister smiles, |
I breathed her beauty as we talked. |
So full-orbed Cynthia walks the skies, |
Filling the earth with melodies, |
Even so she condescends to kiss |
Drowsy Endymions, coarse and dull, |
Or fills our waking souls with bliss, |
Making long nights too beautiful. |