TO PASCALINE.

TO PASCALINE.
EDITH LIVINGSTON SMITH.
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LOVE, I would sing a song of my dreaming
(Listen, be kind-)
Harp-sung on sun-strings, told to the leaves
Stirred by the wind:
Spring veils the earth in its garment of youth
Wondrous her face! Dear, you are like the fair
Spring in all truth, Wearing her grace.
HOW me the depth of her peace in your eyes.
S Tender and blue.

Show me the purpose of growth in the deeds.
Gentle, you do:-
Blossoms bend fragrant ‘neath tears of the dew,
Clouds tlit above,
Open your true heart to let in Life’s
Dawn Glowing with love.

PASCALINE, hark to the cry of my soul !
Chaste, as is meet;
Thrilled on a bird’s note-hushed like a prayer-
Sobbed at your feet: –
Come to me, Dear, as
Spring comes to the earth,
Tremulous-sweet-
Rapturous-seeking the path of the gods –
Come-1 entreat.