Sing her a song of the sun: <br />Fill it with tones of the stream, — <br />Echoes of waters that run <br />Glad with the gladdening gleam. <br />Let it be sweeter than rain, <br />Lit by a tropical moon: <br />Light in the words of the strain, <br />Love in the ways of the tune. <br />Softer than seasons of sleep: <br />Dearer than life at its best! <br />Give her a ballad to keep, <br />Wove of the passionate West: <br />Give it and say of the hours — <br />“Haunted and hallowed of thee, <br />Flower-like woman of flowers, <br />What shall the end of them be?” <br /> <br />You that have loved her so much, <br />Loved her asleep and awake, <br />Trembled because of her touch, <br />What have you said for her sake? <br />Far in the falls of the day, <br />Down in the meadows of myrrh, <br />What has she left you to say <br />Filled with the beauty of her? <br /> <br />Take her the best of your thoughts, <br />Let them be gentle and grave, <br />Say, “I have come to thy courts, <br />Maiden, with all that I have.” <br />So she may turn with her sweet <br />Face to your love and to you, <br />Learning the way to repeat <br />Words that are brighter than dew.<br /><br />Henry Kendall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cleone/
