Sunlit Hours

<SPAN name="VI"></SPAN>VI<br/> <br/> <br/> At times thou art the spacious light and air<br/> Of all this tranquil morning garden, where<br/> Sinuous paths wind in the blue haze<br/> Like swans upon the deep blue water-ways.<br/> At other times thou art the shivering wind<br/> Exultant, cool,<br/> Who passes, running fingers light and kind<br/> Along the clear brow of the pool.<br/> When with thy two hands thou touchest me,<br/> I feel the brushing of cool leaves<br/> Against my cheek;<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When midday cleaves</span><br/> The dimness, all the shadows secretly<br/> Meditate the words that thou didst speak.<br/> So all the hours pass by some sweet grace<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of thine, into my heart;</span><br/> And when at last the wan night comes apace<br/> And rapt in sleep and still, apart,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy spirit lies,</span><br/> Feel thro' thy closed eyelids how mine eyes<br/> Dwell on thee with a love beyond compare,<br/> More humble and more clinging than a prayer.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />