The low-voiced girls that go
In gardens of the Lord,
Like flowers of the field they grow
In sisterly accord.
Their whispering feet are white
Along the leafy ways;
They go in whirls of light
Too beautiful for praise.
And in their band forsooth
Is one to set me free-
The one that touched my youth-
The one God gave to me.
She kindles the desire
Whereby the gods survive-
The white ideal fire
That keeps my soul alive.
Now at the wondrous hour,
She leaves her star supreme,
And comes in the night's still power,
To touch me with a dream.
Sibyl of mystery
On roads unknown to men,
Softly she comes to me,
And goes to God again.
The Invisible Bride
Edwin Markham
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Poem topics: beautiful, dream, fire, light, night, power, star, desire, soul, field, unknown, mystery, touch, supreme, ideal, survive, youth, god, white, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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