We see them not-we cannot hear
The music of their wing-
Yet know we that they sojourn near,
The Angels of the spring!
They glide along this lovely ground
When the first violet grows;
Their graceful hands have just unbound
The zone of yonder rose.
I gather it for thy dear breast,
From stain and shadow free:
That which an Angel's touch hath blest
Is meet, my love, for thee!
Are They Not All Ministering Spirits?
Robert Stephen Hawker
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Poem topics: angel, music, rose, spring, wing, dear, shadow, hear, touch, violet, graceful, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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