I FIND you in the amber evening glow And in the dearest moments of a song; You walk with me where hooded sorrows go, By your remembrance is my strength made strong. And in the mysticalest hour of night Your soul, a star, flames forth to make the day; Along the poets' pages you shed light, A sweet and secret gloss on all they say.... What though the roads be many, and run far? To follow them is but a little while, Because you beckon, and the bendings are But home-returning to your smile, -- your smile. |