GUENDOLEN.
101
Dearest, has Heaven aught to give thee more?
I thought, the while I watched her changing face,—
Heard her fine tones, and marked her gestures' grace,—
Yea, one more gift is left, all gifts before.
I thought, the while I watched her changing face,—
Heard her fine tones, and marked her gestures' grace,—
Yea, one more gift is left, all gifts before.
We go our separate ways on earth, and pain,
God's shaping chisel, waits us as the rest,
With nobler charm thy beauty to invest,
And make thee lovelier ere we meet again.
God's shaping chisel, waits us as the rest,
With nobler charm thy beauty to invest,
And make thee lovelier ere we meet again.
