Impressions: A Book of Verse/His Morning Thought

by Lilla Cabot Perry

 

HIS MORNING THOUGHT

A WHITE flower bloomed in the morning
And I saw it and knew it fair;
When the next day dawned I sought it
But missed it everywhere.

A white star shone in the evening
It shone through my dreams and my sleep
Till its shaft of light pierced through my heart
As a stone through waters deep.

Though you love not and reck not of me
I have found my flower in your hand
And your white soul's light hath cleft a heart
That can know and understand.