10 Best Famous Crucibles Poems

For M.W

 There is no transcience of twilight in
 The beauty of your soft dusk-dimpled face,
 No flicker of a slender flame in space,
In crucibles, fragility crystalline.
There is no fragrance of the jessamine
 About you, no pathos of some old place
 At dusk, that crumbles like moth-eaten lace
Beneath the touch. Nor has there ever been.

Your love is like the folk-song's flaming rise
 In cane-lipped southern people, like their soul
 Which burst its bondage in a bold travail;
Your voice is like them singing, soft and wise,
 Your face, sweetly effulgent of the whole,
 Inviolate of ways that would fail.