A Fireside Vision
Once I walked the world enchanted Through the scented woods of spring, Hand in hand with Love, in rapture Just to hear a bluebird sing. Now the lonely winds of autumn Moan about my gusty eaves, As I sit beside the fire Listening to the flying leaves. As the dying embers settle And the twilight falls apace, Through the gloom I see a vision Full of ardor, full of grace. When the Architect of Beauty Breathed the lyric soul in man, Lo, the being that he fashioned Was of such a mould and plan! Bravely through the deepening shadows Moves that figure half divine, With its tenderness of bearing, With its dignity of line. Eyes more wonderful than evening With the new moon on the hill, Mouth with traces of God's humor In its corners lurking still. Ah, she smiles, in recollection; Lays a hand upon my brow; Rests this head upon Love's bosom! Surely it is April now!
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