Epilogue

 UNDER THE BLESSING OF YOUR PSYCHE WINGS


Though I have found you llke a snow-drop pale, 
On sunny days have found you weak and still,
Though I have often held your girlish head
Drooped on my shoulder, faint from little ill:—

Under the blessing of your Psyche-wings
I hide to-night like one small broken bird,
So soothed.
 I half-forget the world gone mad:—
And all the winds of war are now unheard.


My heaven-doubting pennons feel your hands
With touch most delicate so circling round,
That for an hour I dream that God is good.

And in your shadow, Mercy's ways abound.


I thought myself the guard of your frail state,
And yet I come to-night a helpless guest,
Hiding beneath your giant Psyche-wings,
Against the pallor of your wondrous breast.

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