All the textures for the skies,
All the yearnings of the heart,
All the gleams in lovely eyes—
In the wonder-colour part
Lies the soul of peace. And thou!
Dearest mystery of my life,
With thy colours me endow,
In the murk and gloom of strife.
Radiant! Clothe me in thy soul—
Sanctuary of my rest.
Let thy mingling colours roll,
Deep, around me in thy West.
STARS
Ten thousand lights were gleaming there,
A million stars were bright—
But, oh, my darling’s face was fair
On that entrancing night.
The world looked up and saw the skies,
In lovely colour shine—
I looked into my darling’s eyes,
And all the world was mine.
REJUVENATION
Are you the wondrous joy of Spring,
Sent coursing through the woods,
With chorals for the birds to sing,
And colors for the buds?
Or are you some supreme delight,
Which morn set free with mirth,
To carry gladness in your flight
All o’er the meads of earth?
What are you, Hebe, nymph or maid?
You start Spring in my heart
With blooms that time can never fade—
Rejuvenating art.