Beloved! O beloved one.
I write this this to tell you, dear,
That earth and sky and sea and sun,
Are all of mine when you are near.
My love for you is, as a fire
That burns with scented incense fine,
A thing beyond all base desire,
Exquisite, holy, chaste, divine.
Your eyes are humid pools of light,
There is a fragrance in your hair,
And even in this silent night
I feel your presence everywhere.
Adored of all, good-night, mine own,
The very stars your grace adore;
Believe me,
Ever thine alone...
Alicia, Effie, Rose -- O Lor'!
Whichever did I mean this for?
First published in The Bulletin, 26 October 1916
