Sonnet
IF I do speak your praise, forgive me, Sweet!
Since love demands expression, let me say
How joyfully my heart goes out to greet
Your grace and charm with every changing day:
How sweet your morning kiss, how dear your smile,
And tender touch, and voice that’s low and clear,
And with what deep content I yield the while
You draw me to you, near and yet more near,
And show me what pure depths within you lie, —
The powers of good, the gentle steadfastness,
The quiet wisdom and the purpose high,
So strong to love, to lift, to cheer and bless;
While like a robe of loveliness you wear
Your flower-like radiance delicately fair.
