  Illustrated I I watched him through the lattice As he went down the street, And all my heart went with him In many a wild pulse-beat. 'Twas in the gentle spring-time, At the vanishing of snow, And my sullen, stagnant nature Began to bloom and blow— Began to feel within it Rise a strange, unearthly power, As the perfume rises softly In the newly-opened flower. He brought me buds and blossoms, He brought me gladness, too; And I told him—told him truly, When he came to woo. woman holding letter to chest A heaven on earth, my master! My gracious lord, my king! I knew thee when I saw thee, And thy voice made silence ring. The silences within me, That never had been broke, Passed into mystic music; They heard thee, and awoke. The world says I am fickle, And that my heart is stone, But I feel through all my being That my soul and his are one. His greatness ever lifts me Where holier light is given. How weak are thanks for blessings Which shall endure in heaven! decoration |
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