Silver and Roses, Henna and Myrrh

 

 

 

 

To Lynn

 

My heart a skilled and ancient goldsmith is

Whose hands are full of magic and fine grace

Whereof and of that shining ore of his

He makes a crown to deck thy lovely face.

Each gem within that circling crown inset

Is made the sign and emblem of an arc

Together joined with others to beget

The perfect circle in thy bosom’s dark.

What in thy darkness lies I shall make seen,

The glory and the pageant of thy soul,

As if I were thy herald, thou my queen

And of thy qualities my words the roll.

From thee than from Versailles more mirrors look

And pages more than one from in thy book.

 

                        Saturday, November 2, 1968

 

 

 

 

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