WHO is this unseen messenger <br />For ever between me and her, <br />Who brings love's precious merchandise, <br />The golden breath, the dew of sighs, <br />And the wild, gentle thoughts that dwell <br />Too fragile for the lips to tell, <br />Each at their birth, to us before <br />A heaving of the heart is o'er? <br />Who art thou, unseen messenger? <br /> <br /> <br />I think, O Angel of the Lord, <br />You make our hearts to so accord <br />That those who hear in after hours <br />May sigh for love as deep as ours; <br />And seek the magic that can give <br />An Eden where the soul may live, <br />Nor need to walk a road of clay <br />With stumbling feet, nor fall away <br />From thee, O Angel of the Lord.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-weaver-of-souls/
