Sunlit Hours

<SPAN name="VIII"></SPAN>VIII<br/> <br/> <br/> I have given all my heart to thee<br/> As simply as a child<br/> Giving a dewy flower, fresh and wild;<br/> I pressed it to my lips and gave it thee&mdash;<br/> I broke the flower's stem with burning hand;<br/> Speak not, for words may hurt; but with thine eyes<br/> Speak to my soul that it may understand.<br/> <br/> The flow'r that is my heart, my sacrifice,<br/> Tells thee quite simply that one must<br/> Confide in virgin love, as children trust<br/> In God who is so good and great and wise.<br/> <br/> Let the bold spirit revel in the hills<br/> In wilful dalliance and vanity,<br/> But let us worship in simplicity<br/> The very truth that holds our hearts and wills;<br/> Nor can love be more fully said<br/> Than when soul speaks to soul at night, and overhead<br/> The innumerable silent stars like eyes<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Burn each on each,</span><br/> A speaking that surpasses speech,<br/> Amid the barkening silence of the skies.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />