Beautys Sacrice
O RADIANT minstrel
of my heart
Sing from your shadow-lonely bower,
Where in white plenitudes apart
Your songs are wed to the timeless Hour.
The rst glimpses
of a new-born
Laugh of earth-ames in the green wood,
Birds bringing from the depths of dawn
Music of God-beatitude;
Natures
prophetic scrolls of love
Lighting the dome of a dark height,
Cloud-foam-wrapt candles above
On the altar of the Innite;
Still distances of
snowy elds
On undulating sapphire space
And the moon-aureoled night that builds
A silence of weird pale blue rays
Are songs cast by
the magic breath
Of Beauty, are a sacrice
Offered, a lustrous-gleaming wreath
In her gold fame of memories.
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