Poems (Greenwell)/To L.M.

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TO L.M. 
"La mia Sorella che tra buona e bella Non so qual piu fosse."
 
Soft eyes, soft hands, soft step that with no sound  Hath glided to my side; I know ye near, Yet pause not from my task to look around  With lifted glance, for. Halcyon! where'er Thou buildest for awhile, an atmosphere Of calm and quiet broods about thy nest; O thou beloved inmate! not a GuestArt thou, in any house, in any heart,For so thy presence makes itself a part Of all, we feel it like an unexpressed Sweet thought within the soul that gives it rest, And needeth not to be in words confessed; So moving on as if some inner law  Of music graced thy steps, we only find And feel thee in our lives, because we draw  An easier breath through mingling of so kind And pure an element! thy soul doth lose No odour, yet around it still diffuse ​A charm within whose concentration lies The secret of thy strength! oh, Rose full blown, That wearest still the bud's soft grace, unstrown Are all thy petals; provident and wise, Thou hidest from the day's too-curious eyes The dews the morning gave thee, and dost fold A leaf above thy heart, but with no cold Reserve, for still its sweetness overflows.  I question now thy Future: on what breast Wilt thou at length thy perfect bloom unclose?  I know not, yet I know thou wilt be blest!
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