Marsh Hymns

Between Dawn and Sunrise.

Were silver pink, and had a soul,
 Which soul were shy, which shyness might
A visible influence be, and roll
 Through heaven and earth — 'twere thou, O light!

O rhapsody of the wraith of red,
 O blush but yet in prophecy,
O sun-hint that hath overspread
 Sky, marsh, my soul, and yonder sail.

Thou and I.

So one in heart and thought, I trow,
That thou might'st press the strings and I might draw the bow
And both would meet in music sweet,
Thou and I, I trow.

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