Blue and Purple by Francis Neilson - HTML preview

SWEET FACE, I SEE THEE SHINE

SWEET face, I see thee shine

Out of the bosom of the east at morn;

Thy tenderness, divine,

Lies mirrored in the pearly dew at dawn.

The flower that smiles at me,

Holds in its cup the picture of your face;

In rivulets I see

The flowing charm of your abiding grace.

The sapling tells me how

Your body’s symmetry grows strong and straight;

The winds which whisper now,

Tell me your love and trust will not abate.

The steadfast stars above

Reflect the fervour of your constant mind,

Your deep unwav’ring love—

The rarest jewel eager man can find!

In nature’s soul thou art—

I see thee, hear thee, feel thee, ever near;

Dear love, thou art the heart

Of those eternal joys our souls revere.