To--
O, nymph whose starry smile and whose glance
Paved with dawn’s rosy rays, whose eyes of gold
Are strewn with midnight’s deep, in utterance
Thy grace can’t be in any tongue, foretold
Nymph of the flowing streams, thy laden heart
And noonday beam can cast me in a spell
And if the stars were lovely as thou art
They’d still be shamed, for thine own grace can quell
An angel’s majesty. Thy ruby lips
Oppress the languid stupor of my sleep
And are as sweet as noonday myrrh which drips
From out a tree’s cleaved roof, where moonbeams leap
If only thine own heart can be as sweet
As thy soft grace, I’d claim thy love complete
© 2013 Gleb Zavlanov
Copyright © Gleb Zavlanov | Year Posted 2014
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