Vision

Vision Who art thou that roamest Over mountains dim In the haunts of evening, Sister of the gleam! Whiter than the jasmines, Roses dream of thee; Softly with the violets How thine eyes agree! As thy raven tresses Night is not so black, From thy moonbright shoulders Floating dimly back. Feet upon the hilltops, Lilies of delight, With their far-off radiance Tinge the evening bright. In the vesper calmness Lightly like a dove, With thy careless eyelids Confident of love, As of old thou comest Down the mountains far, Smiling from what gardens, Glowing from what star? Racing from the hilltops Like a brilliant stream, Burning in the valleys Marble-bright of limb, Singing in the orchards When the shadows fall, With thy crooning anklets To my heart that call, By the darkening window Like a slender fire, With the night behind thee, Daughter of desire! Open wide the doorway, Bid my love come in With the night behind her And the dawn within. Take, O radiant fingers, Heart and hands of me, Hide them in thy bosom, O felicity! Read online: https://incarnateword.in/cwsa/2/vision