A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/At the Ford (Joséphin Soulary)

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AT THE FORD.


JOSÉPHIN SOULARY.


Hid I was behind the birch,
When the ford before thee lay;
Thou wert coming from the church,
Bound upon thy homeward way.

Blue the heavens. No breezes sweet.
Placid was the water's flow.
Shoes were off; thy naked feet
Trod a firmament below.

Smiling mirage, near and far,
Cam'st thou out as of a cloud!
For one instant evening's star
Stayed upon thy forehead proud.

Such a seal and such a sign
Might bedeck an angel's brow!
Wherefore should it light up thine?
Strange doubts haunt me even now.