Poems (Radford)/Because your Treasure is Near
XI
Because your treasure is near To the touch of your hand,And fresh and flowing and clear Your deep well of delight,The place is bared to the sky Where my treasure should stand,The rain of fountains is dry, That was sweet to my sight.
Because your day is ablaze With the flowers that are blown,And glad for length of the ways That are never to part, I watch and tremble for grief In the shadow alone,And branch and blossom and leaf Bring the pain to my heart.
Because the word is so kind That is breathed in your ear,And sweet the thoughts you unbind, Tn your rapture of peace,My words are laggard and late, With the thoughts that are dear,My thoughts that falter and wait For their joy of release.