I. <br />SUNBEAMS can fling no purer brightness o'er the sea <br />And rain-showers bring no surer blessing to the lea, <br />And lilies wing with no more sweetness the gold bee, <br />Than those few lines thy hand has penned have brought to me. <br /> <br /> <br />II. <br />Soft lies the silent fall of snow <br />Upon the hemlock tree; <br />Soft lies the moonlight's silver flow <br />Upon the troubled sea. <br /> <br />Sweet on the blossom of the vines <br />The night-dews drop from high; <br />But softer, sweeter far, thy lines <br />Upon my spirit lie.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-letter/
