Poetry

Beautiful Eyes

Eyes like the violet—in them I see
All that is fair, that is holy to me!
Eyes that shed fragrance, so constant, so true,
Pure as a clear drop of morning dew.

Eyes like the violet, gently along
Lead me to vespers—to prayer and to song.
Eyes like the violet, let me I pray
Live within range of thy glances all day!

Fame

Through the land of tribulation,
O’er the river of despair,
When the taut heart snaps with tension,
Fame awaits you, smiling there.

After love has all been wasted,
After every song is sung;
Late—too late, the world will crown you,
Useless! Love and song are done.