The Man with the Hoe, and Other Poems (Markham, Pyle, 1900)/The Invisible Bride
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The Invisible Bride
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 beyond our ken,
Softly she comes to me,
And goes to God again.