Opals (Custance)/Comforted

by Olive Custance

Comforted

 

Welcome fruit-ripening, flower-enfolding days,Girt round about and aureoled with light;Sun-glorified, you shine so strangely bright,I cannot choose but stay to sing your praise,Though she hath come through dark and bitter waysMy weary soul, and sorrow's lampless nightHath shut all helpful solace from her sight,And jarred with sudden tears her tuneful lays!

But she hath seen the singing spring-tide swoonInto full fragrant summer flushed with heat!And, seeing, could no longer silent stand.Now, in her sky Hope sets a silver moonAnd melody binds up her bleeding feet,And loveliness walks with her hand in hand!