  Arielle! Arielle! Gracious and fanciful, Laughing and joyous! Arielle girlish, queenly, majestical; Deep eyed for memory, Pensive for dreams. Arielle crowned with the light of thought, Mystical, reverent, Musing on the splendor of life, And the blossom of love Pressed into her hands— Arielle! Music awakes in the hall! Shadowy pools and glistening willows, And elfin shapes amid silver shadows Are made into sound! Arielle listens with hidden eyes, Sitting amid her treasures, A presence like a lamp of alabaster, A yearning gardenia That broods in a shaft of light... Arielle clapping hands and running About her rooms, Arranging cloths of gold and jars of crystal, And vases of ruby cloisonne. Arielle matching blues and reds: Pomegranates, apples in bowls of jade. Arielle reposing, lost in Plato, In the contemplation of Agni. Arielle, the cup to her lips, A laughing Thalia! Arielle! The breath of morning moves through the casement window— Arielle taking the cool of it on her brow, And the ecstasy of the robin's song into her heart. Arielle in prayer at dawn Laying hands upon secret powers: Lead me in the path of love to my love. Arielle merging the past and the present, As light increases light— Arielle adored— Arielle! |
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