Page:Poetical works of Mathilde Blind.djvu/463

Rh Oh heart, I ask, seeing that the orb of day

Has sunk below, yet left to sky and sea

His glory's spiritual after-shine :

I ask if Love, whose sun hath set for thee,

May not touch grief with his memorial ray,

And lend to loss itself a joy divine ?

LOVE'S VISION.

ON GUIDO'S AURORA.

, in saffron robes and veil unfurled,

Borne on the wind of her ecstatic flight,

Aurora floats before the Lord of Light,

And showers her roses on a jubilant world.