Poems (Young)/Niamh
NIAMH.
When the dawn-radiance flushes pearly skies
With faintest rose, and the dawn-beauty fills
The earth with life, you come across the hills
Of gold and ivory where the dawn-wind dies.
O pale you are, and sweet, and in your eyes
The shadow of a dream that daylight kills,
Woven while you lingered by the crystal rills
Between the apple-trees of Paradise.
You gather as you pass with quiet hands
The dawn-white blossoms, ere their beauty cease:
The frail, pale blossoms that we see unclose
One moment, when our hearts have drawn the peace
Of twilight round them and the enchanted lands
Glimmer before us, amethyst and rose.
With faintest rose, and the dawn-beauty fills
The earth with life, you come across the hills
Of gold and ivory where the dawn-wind dies.
O pale you are, and sweet, and in your eyes
The shadow of a dream that daylight kills,
Woven while you lingered by the crystal rills
Between the apple-trees of Paradise.
You gather as you pass with quiet hands
The dawn-white blossoms, ere their beauty cease:
The frail, pale blossoms that we see unclose
One moment, when our hearts have drawn the peace
Of twilight round them and the enchanted lands
Glimmer before us, amethyst and rose.