Spencer Heath Archive

Item 1843

Pencilings for a poem

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     /Abyss of Silent years/

 

Were she but twice her age or I half mine

   With no abyss of silent years between

Our hands might span the void, our hearts entwine.

For there is the eager light within her eyes

   And mystic meanings ageless as the sun.

 

Far spent gardens put forth buds again

 

 

O, quiet vision, large-eyed grave and calm

Whence come that wonder light in wondering eyes

Whose gaze is set so far yet holds surprise

What depths are signaled in this wonder gaze

 

 

 

/There were certainly mistakes in reading this writing. -Editor/