They tell me there is Beauty in this World
Beyond the Borders of my foggy Pane ,
With many lands of great differing Tongue ,
And varied quaint customs of Ancient birth.
Such Music Devine by Doric Columns ,
Under spreading Roofs of Florentine Art,
Sacred Temples flame gold by Evening Sun,
And mighty Falls voicing thunderous Cries .
Meadows of green by restless Swirling Sea,
Heavenly Stars like scattered Jewellery .
But; here within these enclosing Strong Arms ,
My World is at rest and Sleeping awhile ,
My Radiant Dawn and Quiet tranquil Dusk .
And I feel the fluttering, Heart on Heart ,
The low sighing waves of soft fulfilled breath ,
Her contented Smile of being so Loved.
I ; hold all World’s Beauty-
I Ask no more.