Spencer Heath Archive

Item 569

Typed on small piece of paper. Not titled.

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Within my thoughts she follows gracious ways

In loveliness and stateliness of mien.—

The common tasks, the common joys and pains,

She dignifies steadfastly and serene.

Yet in my dreams she is a spirit fair

And lily-pale, a thing of noiseless light

And fragrance as ineffable as dawn

That haunts the shady border lands of night.

But in my heart she makes a garden spring.—

Where April blossoms follow winter snows

And autumn glories fade to somber hues

She blooms in earthly beauty like the rose.