Discerning its abode so fair, <br />So delicate with all of grace, <br />I deem thine eyes in truth declare <br />The inherent soul's abiding-place. <br /> <br />But oh! 'tis harder of belief <br />To chink, illumined with thy smile, <br />That thou art made a child of grief, <br />A waif our careless hours exile. <br /> <br />Yet such thou art. Thy spirit sighs <br />For vanished heavens that could not last— <br />A watcher of unchanging skies, <br />In lands and seasons of die past, <br /> <br />Where Memory, with tireless sight, <br />Seeks upon unforgotten ways <br />Her visions holy with the light <br />Of irrecoverable days.<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-katherine/
