Page:Poems, Volume 2, Coates, 1916.djvu/36

20 And fair, fair, fair, in her sunlit hair

Were violets intertwining,

That seemed more fresh and unfading there

Than with dewdrops on them shining!

She hid them all in her dim retreat;

But, heart! a truce to sighing;

She's here—incomparably sweet,

Unchanging and undying!

We see her brow, and we rejoice,

Her cheek, as it pales and flushes,

We hear once more in her thrilling voice

The note of the woodland thrushes;

And through her lashes, tear-empearled,

A mystic light is breaking,

And all the love of the whole wide world

Seems in her eyes awaking!