Opals (Custance)/Dream Tryst

by Olive Custance

Dreamed Tryst

 

Beloved one! when the shy Dawn flower-sweet,In her white sleeping gown of mist and pearl,Sees the great Sun, and from her cloud-hung bedSlips softly, flushing like a startled girlAnd stands upright on fair rose-coloured feetWhile all the golden light is round her shed . . .'Tis then that yearning severed souls may meet. . . .

Slowly the glory widens in the sky . . .And in the meadows thick with folded flowersThe daisies stir already in their sleep . . .My soul lay waiting all the long night hours,But now thy promised presence hovers nighIn this still room I seem to hear the sweepOf thy soul's wings . . . O! whither shall we fly?