My Lyrical Life Poems Old and New. By Gerald Massey |
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a smile i' the face of Nature,
Just a mirror of May-morn,
Is the shining, comely creature,
Worshipped by the peasant-born.
Just a mirror of May-morn,
Is the shining, comely creature,
Worshipped by the peasant-born.
“Beauty has no rarer blossom,
Budding fain, or flowering fair;
Nestling to a Mother's bosom,
If a Lover's hand should dare.
Budding fain, or flowering fair;
Nestling to a Mother's bosom,
If a Lover's hand should dare.
“She is graceful as the greenly
Waving boughs in summer wind;
And her beauty calm and queenly
Wears its royal crown of mind.
Waving boughs in summer wind;
And her beauty calm and queenly
Wears its royal crown of mind.
“Might I bear Love's shield above her;
Might I snood her silken hair;
How my heart would round her hover
On the tender wings of care!
Might I snood her silken hair;
How my heart would round her hover
On the tender wings of care!
“Ah, dear Heaven, all blessings shower
On her sweet life's balmy bud;
Till it lift immortal flower,
Blooming in the fields of God.”
On her sweet life's balmy bud;
Till it lift immortal flower,
Blooming in the fields of God.”
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