Afternoon

<SPAN name="IV"></SPAN>IV<br/> <br/> <br/> Shadows are lustral in the iris'd dawn;<br/> From a branch on high whence a bird has fled<br/> Dew drops tremble and are gone.<br/> <br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Purity, delicate and fair,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beautifies the hour that brings</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Crystal brilliance to the air;</span><br/> We hear the sounds of water and the brush of wings.<br/> <br/> Oh! how your eyes are beauteous at this hour<br/> When our silver lake is gleaming in the sight<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the day arising;</span><br/> Your forehead radiant and your heart-beat light.<br/> Intensity of life, its goodness and its power,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like to a mighty blessedness</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of your soul are part,</span><br/> So that to contain the anguish and the stress,<br/> Suddenly your hands have clasped my own,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Laying them, as though with fear,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Against your heart.</span><br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />