Rue Des Vents - Part 10
O happy heart, O heart of loveliness!
Against the morning you lift up your face,
And smile against the morning's smile, no less
Beautiful than her beauty; and the grace
Of her long-limbed and sweet processional hours
Is but attendant on your morning laughter.
Trailing her wreaths and scattering her flowers,
Where your light footsteps go, she follows after —
Follows your feet with sunlight. . . . Till we are
Silent again and lonely, where there rise
Dark evening trees, over them one great star,
While other stars come slowly to the skies —
And hand in hand, where the world goes to rest
I am lost in wonder, and silent is your breast.
Against the morning you lift up your face,
And smile against the morning's smile, no less
Beautiful than her beauty; and the grace
Of her long-limbed and sweet processional hours
Is but attendant on your morning laughter.
Trailing her wreaths and scattering her flowers,
Where your light footsteps go, she follows after —
Follows your feet with sunlight. . . . Till we are
Silent again and lonely, where there rise
Dark evening trees, over them one great star,
While other stars come slowly to the skies —
And hand in hand, where the world goes to rest
I am lost in wonder, and silent is your breast.
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