 | Peace and other poems |  |
75
THE AUREOLE
Lo, as it fleets across the grass,
My shadow, while the morn declines,
Around my dark head, as I pass,
A tender aureole moves and shines.
My shadow, while the morn declines,
Around my dark head, as I pass,
A tender aureole moves and shines.
My aureole, twined of fire and dew,
Frail crown of solitary hope,
Thou dost with secret gleam endue
The darkness of my horoscope.
Frail crown of solitary hope,
Thou dost with secret gleam endue
The darkness of my horoscope.
No eye but mine may see the sight;
My shadow seeks the lowly ground,
And yet it goes, arrayed in light,
And with eternal radiance crowned.
My shadow seeks the lowly ground,
And yet it goes, arrayed in light,
And with eternal radiance crowned.
| Peace and other poems | |