I <br /> <br />A mile of moonlight and the whispering wood: <br />A mile of shadow and the odorous lane: <br />One large, white star above the solitude, <br />Like one sweet wish: and, laughter after pain, <br />Wild-roses wistful in a web of rain. <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />No star, no rose, to lesson him and lead; <br />No woodsman compass of the skies and rocks,- <br />Tattooed of stars and lichens,-doth love need <br />To guide him where, among the hollyhocks, <br />A blur of moonlight, gleam his sweetheart's locks. <br /> <br />III <br /> <br />We name it beauty-that permitted part, <br />The love-elected apotheosis <br />Of Nature, which the god within the heart, <br />Just touching, makes immortal, but by this- <br />A star, a rose, the memory of a kiss.<br /><br />Madison Julius Cawein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/assumption-2/
