Poems (Young)/Niamh
NIAMH.
When the dawn-radiance flushes pearly skiesWith faintest rose, and the dawn-beauty fillsThe earth with life, you come across the hillsOf gold and ivory where the dawn-wind dies.O pale you are, and sweet, and in your eyesThe shadow of a dream that daylight kills,Woven while you lingered by the crystal rillsBetween the apple-trees of Paradise.You gather as you pass with quiet handsThe dawn-white blossoms, ere their beauty cease:The frail, pale blossoms that we see uncloseOne moment, when our hearts have drawn the peaceOf twilight round them and the enchanted landsGlimmer before us, amethyst and rose.