A Girl's Waking
WHAT marvel have her still eyes looked upon?
In what new wonder hath she grown adept?
Hath some bright miracle but lately swept
Across the common sky? From what dim lawn
Of fairy woodland hath she just withdrawn?
What secret tenderness that long hath slept,
What love unrealized, what pain unwept,
Now stirs and dreams and trembles for the dawn ?
In what new wonder hath she grown adept?
Hath some bright miracle but lately swept
Across the common sky? From what dim lawn
Of fairy woodland hath she just withdrawn?
What secret tenderness that long hath slept,
What love unrealized, what pain unwept,
Now stirs and dreams and trembles for the dawn ?
Yea, marvel, wonder, miracle are hers,
And hers all treasure of wild fairyland,
And hers a new god’s intimate command;
For see! she holds, still tranced and listening
As listens one to unseen messengers,
A gray old volume where dead poets sing.
And hers all treasure of wild fairyland,
And hers a new god’s intimate command;
For see! she holds, still tranced and listening
As listens one to unseen messengers,
A gray old volume where dead poets sing.