Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917.
Edwin Markham
The Invisible Bride
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In gardens of the Lord,
Like flowers of the field they grow
In sisterly accord.
Along the leafy ways;
They go in whirls of light
Too beautiful for praise.
Is one to set me free—
The one that touched my youth—
The one God gave to me.
Whereby the gods survive—
The white ideal fire
That keeps my soul alive.
She leaves her star supreme,
And comes in the night’s still power,
To touch me with a dream.
On roads unknown to men,
Softly she comes to me,
And goes to God again.