 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
TO MY WIFE.
True wife, who dost in thy benignant frame
Embody all that is most soft and sweet,
Making a music with thy measured feet,
That never yet from earthly footsteps came;
Embody all that is most soft and sweet,
Making a music with thy measured feet,
That never yet from earthly footsteps came;
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In thee strange graces beautifully meet,
With gifts that have not any mortal name,
And play about thy path like heavenly flame,
Sent down in pity suffering souls to greet.
With gifts that have not any mortal name,
And play about thy path like heavenly flame,
Sent down in pity suffering souls to greet.
I love thee altogether, every part,
From the pure eyes that mirror the pure heart,
To the light dust that flecks thy dainty skirt;
From the pure eyes that mirror the pure heart,
To the light dust that flecks thy dainty skirt;
Thou dost transfigure even the clods and dirt,
By that bright presence which is more than art,
And all thou touchest is with glory girt.
By that bright presence which is more than art,
And all thou touchest is with glory girt.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |