Poems (Dudley)/Incense

by Marion Vienna Churchill Dudley

INCENSE.

PEACEFUL and blue bends the dome of the skies,
 Green are these curtains of leaves;
Soft from your censer the filmy clouds rise
 Up to the Orient eaves;

Mystic and sweet are the odors they breathe,
 Bathing my spirit in balm;
Tremulous mist from the dim, shoreless seas,
 Sleeps 1n the zone of your calm.

Lulled by its perfume and lost in its cloud,
 Vainly I grope through your voice;
Labyrinths deeper its cadences shroud,—
 Give me your hand, to rejoice.

  August 1st.