Sun And Love

Fleecy and white into the western space Hurry the clouds; the wet sky laughs Over the market and streets; and the labour of man Is hailed by the sun, benign, triumphal.

High in the rosy light lifts the cathedral Its thousand pinnacles white and its saints of gold Flashing forth its hosannas; while all around Flutter the wings and the notes of the brown-plumed choir.

So 'tis when love and its sweet smile dispel The clouds which had so sorely me oppressed; The sun again arises in my soul With all life's holiest ideals renewed

And multiplied, the while each thought becomes A harmony and every sense a song.

NUOVE POESIE.