Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/At Devotion
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AT DEVOTION
Now kneels my lady at her couch in prayer,
Her two white hands uplifted to the skies,
To ask of Him beneficent and wise
Another night of tender love and care.
And as I watch my lady kneeling there
With deep devotion in her tender eyes,
While from her lips fair phrased petitions rise,
Her robe like to the garb that angels wear,
But made the whiter by her streaming hair;
I deem that from the gates of Paradise
An angel heard my heart's impatient cries
For woman's love, and answered then and there.
Fair angel say one word of grace for me
For God must surely hear and answer thee.
Her two white hands uplifted to the skies,
To ask of Him beneficent and wise
Another night of tender love and care.
And as I watch my lady kneeling there
With deep devotion in her tender eyes,
While from her lips fair phrased petitions rise,
Her robe like to the garb that angels wear,
But made the whiter by her streaming hair;
I deem that from the gates of Paradise
An angel heard my heart's impatient cries
For woman's love, and answered then and there.
Fair angel say one word of grace for me
For God must surely hear and answer thee.