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Two Sonnets
II
You were the Queen of evening, and the skies
Were soft above you, knowing you were fair,
With Sunset's dewy gold about your hair,
And Twilight in the stillness of your eyes.
You were the Queen of evening, and the skies
Were soft above you, knowing you were fair,
With Sunset's dewy gold about your hair,
And Twilight in the stillness of your eyes.
You did not know your dear divinity,
And, childlike, all unconscious that you walked
In a high, mystic space, you smiled and talked,
And stooped to pluck a rose and give it me.
And, childlike, all unconscious that you walked
In a high, mystic space, you smiled and talked,
And stooped to pluck a rose and give it me.
As at the gate of Heaven an angel-child
Might wonder at an outcast's pleading gaze,
An outcast kneeling at the golden bars,
And say: "Come be my playmate, here the days
Are longer and the ways outside are wild,
And you shall play with suns and silver stars."
Might wonder at an outcast's pleading gaze,
An outcast kneeling at the golden bars,
And say: "Come be my playmate, here the days
Are longer and the ways outside are wild,
And you shall play with suns and silver stars."
