Opals (Custance)/Delight

by Olive Custance

For works with similar titles, see Delight.

Delight

You butterfly!
You singing bird!
You dainty sweet
Sweet woman with the dancing feet!
At sight of you, I know not why,
Strange wistful memories are stirred
In my soul's depths, when you flash by.
I love you at each swift heart beat,
Yet sit and never say a word,
So many thoughts thrill thus unheard.

O! little throat,
So slim and white!
Dear voice as deep
Restful and wonderful as sleep . . .
Our whole souls ache at each full note,
Fall faint with rapture, swoon to flight
And follow where your love songs float,
And, following forget to weep . . .
Alas! that silence should up-sweep
Such songs into the void of night! . . .