She stood against the Orient sun, <br />Her face inscrutable for light; <br />A myriad larks in unison <br />Sang o'er her, soaring out of sight. <br /> <br />A myriad flowers around her feet <br />Burst flame-like from the yielding sod, <br />Till all the wandering airs were sweet <br />With incense mounting up to God. <br /> <br />A mighty rainbow shook, inclined <br />Towards her, from the Occident, <br />Girdling the cloud-wrack which enshrined <br />Half the light-bearing firmament. <br /> <br />Lit showers flashed golden o'er the hills, <br />And trees flung silver to the breeze, <br />And, scattering diamonds, fleet-foot rills <br />Fled laughingly across the leas. <br /> <br />Yea, Love, the skylarks laud but thee, <br />And writ in flowers thine awful name; <br />Spring is thy shade, dread Ecstasy, <br />And life a brand which feeds thy flame.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-stood-against-the-orient-sun/
