When first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master.
I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.
Clouds Visible I
So sweet love seemed that April morn. When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change.
I live on hope and that I think do all Who come into this world.
My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.
Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.
Know Skirts Up
Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.
Presence Angel Beauty