She Is In Love

A night before I saw her smile And saw at dawn she smiled again I saw her she was now in love; She loved the fairness of the skin And felt incomplete in dim moonlight. She loved infants and played their eyes That winked when tiny smiles they see On little fair buds of her joy She would her tales of love retell And on the brink of eve she would Rise from voices to her throat And utter voices free that mean To every understanding heart; Sore she would from her throat awake And tell infants her tales foreseen. She was the queen of all infant And shiver in her fever mild On final arms of hasting clock First foreseen and then remembered I saw she was now in love. The numbness that on limbs would run Then I would see her bleed her blood On chicks and then she blush again She sweetest sees when such her face Would glow in eyes that recollects All her joy to heal her pain: She now would hide from all cities From those where she had ere spent The infant nature of her limbs She blushes in shy, and blush again Her eyes would linger from the hues And blush again to see those hues She would like and see again So she could blush once more again. Dear loveliness, lend her hand So she could love forever I see she is in love.