Being, Goodness--Beauty too--
Are with Oneness and with Truth
The selfsame Thing above all things,
The highest King above all kings.

Rest ye now in hopeful glee--
Angels, keep her always free
      And light of heart--
            And, God,
When You know that they cannot:
See her through the trial pain
And mend her heart full whole again.

I paint the skies--above, below--
In deepest shades, in richest blue,
Yet leave I the fire between
For you to fill in as you please.

A cup of tea
      Warms your hands
            In a chilly air
And kindles then
      A heart
         Or two.

For cloud, no starry sky above,
Yet walk we slow in early love.

She in joyful balance treads
A track of rail, beneath her hid
In veil of waning skylight dim,
Then walks the planks along with him.

Silent slow
A moment passes by
      And then another
Yet, perchance, not the next.