As music out of silence, Craig, so came <br />Thy love from mystery; so, darling, now <br />The lilies are less radiant than thy brow, <br />On which my heart beholds celestial flame. <br />Thou art all white, my queen; there is no name <br />In all the lore of love for such as thou; <br />The moon s wan breast, the foam beneath the prow, <br />The cherry bloom—thou bringest them to shame! <br /> <br />Thou art too fair! How shall I worship thee, <br />Thou sister of the dawn? How cry thy praise? <br />Nay! tho' I sing thro' many dusks and days <br />I cannot tell with words thy gift to me, <br />Who, ere Heaven's crystal gleamed beneath my feet, <br />Hast made the tale of all its bliss complete.<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beloved-29/
