To My Love
I doubt not thy loving
I doubt not thy word,
Still my heart is desponding to-day
If only one tone of thy sweet voice I heard
Oh, send me a letter, I pray.
My hands have not touched water since your hands,
No, nor my lips freed laughter since"farewell"
And with the day,
distance again expands
Between us, voiceless and an uncoiled shell,
Yet, much follows, much endures...
Trust birds alone
A dove's wings clung
about my heart last night
With surging gentleness, and the blue stone
Set the the tryst~ring has but worn more bright
The Garden Path
My Victorian Paintings~Page 1
My Victorian Paintings 2
The Waiting Room