Poems (Freston)/My Bridge

by Elizabeth Heléne Freston

MY BRIDGE

I am building a bridge of Fancy's light,
To span the distance that lies between
My heart and the heart of my love to-night,
That can only by angels' eyes be seen.

LOVE is the master-workman grand,
Who calls to his aid Faith and Memory,
And holds them ready at his command
To build a bridge that can reach to thee.

The pillars are wrought of the gold of truth,
And Fancy's wings are its strongest stay;
The spiles are made of the dreams of youth,
And Hope's bright stars light the whole glad way.

And over my bridge when it's all complete.
My spirit shall wend itself for this,—
To tenderly bend o'er my cherished one,
And leave on his forehead my good night kiss.