 | An idyl of work |  |
Then Esther kissed her brow. She, lying there,
Gazed on the flowers as if they talked with her.
Esther spoke not, for Heaven was in the room,
And through the fragrant silence seemed to glide
Light footsteps of invisible comforters.
Gazed on the flowers as if they talked with her.
Esther spoke not, for Heaven was in the room,
And through the fragrant silence seemed to glide
Light footsteps of invisible comforters.
| An idyl of work | |