Graham R. Thomson (Rosamund Marriott Watson) (1860–1911)

THE YELLOW light of an opal

On the white-walled houses dies

The roadway beyond my garden

It glimmers with golden eyes.

Alone in the faint spring twilight,

The crepuscle vague and blue,

Every beat of my pulses

Is quickened by dreams of you.

You whom I know and know not

You come as you came before

Here, in the misty quiet,

I greet you again once more.

Welcome, O best belovèd—

Life of my life—for lo!

All that I ask you promise,

All that I seek you know.

The dim grass stirs with your footstep,

The blue dusk throbs with your smile;

I and the world of glory

Are one for a little while.

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The spring sun shows me your shadow,

The spring wind bears me your breath,

You are mine for a passing moment,

But I am yours to the death.