Michael Field

(1846-1914 / England)

A Girl - Poem by Michael Field

A Girl,
Her soul a deep-wave pearl
Dim, lucent of all lovely mysteries;
A face flowered for heart's ease,
A brow's grace soft as seas
Seen through faint forest-trees:
A mouth, the lips apart,
Like aspen-leaflets trembling in the breeze
From her tempestuous heart.
Such: and our souls so knit,
I leave a page half-writ —
The work begun
Will be to heaven's conception done,
If she come to it.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 29, 2015

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