|
The dawn returned with whispers soft and clear,
Unveiling skies of unrepented blue;
Each beam of light dissolved a lingering tear,
And life began its tender bloom anew.
I saw thee not, yet felt thy presence near,
Like unseen wings that brushed my weary soul;
The pain that once had ruled gave way to cheer,
And broken dreams resumed their perfect whole.
Love was no more a fevered mortal flame,
But calm devotion, vast as evening's sea;
It bore no pride, no hunger, and no claim,
It learned through loss what truth and grace must be.
So faith returned, with gentle hands to bind
The wounds that love had left upon the mind. |
