 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
MADE IN HEAVEN.
There is somewhere the red lips' blessing,
There is somewhere the joy for thee
Of the hands that move caressing,
And the feet that never flee;
There is somewhere the ancient story
That is always fresh and true,
That to heaven gives earthlier glory
And to earth a heavenlier hue;
Under the light unfading
Of a sweet unsetting day,
Under the overshading
Of the golden clouds at play.
There is somewhere the joy for thee
Of the hands that move caressing,
And the feet that never flee;
There is somewhere the ancient story
That is always fresh and true,
That to heaven gives earthlier glory
And to earth a heavenlier hue;
Under the light unfading
Of a sweet unsetting day,
Under the overshading
Of the golden clouds at play.
There is somewhere a voice that trembles,
Like the wind in the aspen tree,
That in vain for delight dissembles
The one welcome it holds for thee;
There is somewhere a step that falters,
When another step draws near,
And a colour that fondly alters
With the faith akin to fear;
Under the rose's blossom,
Where the petals fall and rest—
Under the lily's bosom,
That is white as a maiden's breast.
Like the wind in the aspen tree,
That in vain for delight dissembles
The one welcome it holds for thee;
There is somewhere a step that falters,
When another step draws near,
And a colour that fondly alters
With the faith akin to fear;
Under the rose's blossom,
Where the petals fall and rest—
Under the lily's bosom,
That is white as a maiden's breast.
There are somewhere the eyes that soften,
At the picture they frame of thee—
And that turn in their dreamings often,
To the face they cannot see;
There is somewhere a heart that flutters,
Like the wing of a wounded dove,
And that owns (if it hardly utters)
All its treasure of virgin love;
Under the sunshine stealing
Through the curtained window bars,
Under the purple cieling
That is strewn with diamond stars.
At the picture they frame of thee—
And that turn in their dreamings often,
To the face they cannot see;
There is somewhere a heart that flutters,
Like the wing of a wounded dove,
And that owns (if it hardly utters)
All its treasure of virgin love;
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Through the curtained window bars,
Under the purple cieling
That is strewn with diamond stars.
There is somewhere a spot of brightness,
Which is ever day for thee,
Where the load is turned to lightness
And the prisoner yet is free;
There is somewhere an endless summer,
Where the flowers unceasing bloom,
And the bird like a merry mummer
Has a song for the saddest gloom;
Under the arms so human
That like tendrils round thee twine,
Under the smile of woman
Who was made in Heaven for thine.
Which is ever day for thee,
Where the load is turned to lightness
And the prisoner yet is free;
There is somewhere an endless summer,
Where the flowers unceasing bloom,
And the bird like a merry mummer
Has a song for the saddest gloom;
Under the arms so human
That like tendrils round thee twine,
Under the smile of woman
Who was made in Heaven for thine.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |