 | Soft and Blue are thy Robes,
my Mother,
Purest Beauty of Autumn
Azure and clear as
an angel's eyes -
Let me hide in them,
oh, my Mother -
My Radiant Love of
September skies!
Together We See
Softly piled on the far horizon
Smoky gentle clouds are drifting
here and there;
These the border on your Blue
mantle -
Mother of My Golden Moon...
Friend most fair!
Deep and Blue and Green
wide is this ocean -
Deep as the call of
its Peace to us;
Jeweled and Shining... Love
Thy Veil, my Mother?
Thy Silvered Veil,
o Stars for Our Eyes
and come live with me? |  |