The Secret Splendour

  Poems


Grace

 

Take all my shining hours from me,

 But hang upon my quiet soul's

Pale brow your dream-kiss like a gem.

 Let life fall stricken to its knee,

If unto lone-faced poverty

You give your blessing's diadem.

Make of these proud eyes beggar-bowls,

But only drop your smile in them.


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