Rainbows (Custance)/A Song to Beauty
A Song to Beauty
Sweet! I have seen the argent moon astrayIn crimson meadows of the morning sky,Watched by the jealous Night too sad to flyBefore the bright relentless sword of day.So, your pale lovers see you pass them by.
Proud Beauty! like that wonderful gold flowerThe twilight gathers when the sun takes flight,And lays before the silver feet of Night,Beauty that seen in dreams has such strange powerShine, shine upon my darkness, lovely Light!
By what enchantment were you doomed to rangeThe forest of this world, where joys are few?My heart is like a hound that follows you.My heart, a princely hunter, hears your strangeElusive laughter and must still pursue.
Oh, once my song-bird heart was free and wise,But now its wings are tangled in Love's snare,For it has seen the sunshine of your hair,The troubled beauty of your great blue eyes,The wild-rose whiteness of your body fair.
In vain fate strives to keep us still apart,Death could not do it even . . . though there beLong leagues of land, broad wastes of shining seaBetween us, yet my heart is with your heartWhen in the world of dreams you walk with me.