The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
NightJohn Henry Brown (18591946)
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And fills the round of vision radiantly.
Soft lights and shades the heaven of her face
Endue with spell-framed hints of mystery.
Her breathing, like the flower-sweet breath of May,
When summer’s light wind-heralds run before,
Gives fragrance unto gardens; while the day,
Enamoured, through the cloud-hung Western door,
Peers backward. On her jewelled vest are seen,
’Mid broidered streams and trees, the homes of men;
Here jolts a rolling wain through meadows green,
And kine belated wind through yonder glen.
From out her star-inwoven dusk of hair
A silver crescent gleams divinely fair.