BEAUTY IX

Her worldly forms

though each day I cherish,

these vessels perish,

oft unseen, unknown,

in this borrowed sphere,

of which man alone

proclaims himself master.

Not ev'ry mien of Her

boundless grace shines thro'

a comely earthly face

or charming comportment.

Nay, not all her hues

She displays to mortal

sight, this deathless child

of eternal Light.

As her noble sister Truth,

She seeks man's vision 

to unmist, that he may know

the nameless wonders

of which the ancients wist,

of which mystics speak.

The bard sings of a nymphly

Maiden fair with chaplet

of twilight in wind-blown hair;

her breath is Spring,

the Dawn, her flute,

her tread, the Horae's music

that ne'er falls mute.

In concert She sways with

Life's indwelling principle,

its dolour allays,

omni-pervading in the spirit's

dominion, life-ward thro'

the ether sailing,

soul-ward slanting,

Time's song e'er chanting.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: THE HORAE

Source: www.liveinternet.ru

Artist: Sir Edward John Poynter