|
There's
beauty in the quiet street,
In arch of sky, in wind at
play,
Where twilight drapery of
gray,
Star clasped, enfolds a cool
retreat.
Within
wrought gates, a marble seat
Faces a fountain's tinkling
spray;
The bench, hand carved in
quaint array,
Shrub hidden, holds a charm
complete.
Come,
linger in this sylvan place,
Beneath the splendor of the
night;
While weariness departs in
flight,
As peace descends with quiet
grace.
Here
shadows dimly interlace
Above the lions embossed in
white;
Oh, raise your heart to that
high light
Of thoughts, these lovely
things embrace.
|
