med_cat | Spring Night

Spring Night

THE park is filled with night and fog,: The veils are drawn about the world,
The drowsy lights along the paths: Are dim and pearled.
Gold and gleaming are the empty streets,: Gold and gleaming the misty lake.
The mirrored lights like sunken swords,: Glimmer and shake.
Oh, is it not enough to be
Here with this beauty over me?
My throat should ache with praise, and I
Should kneel in joy beneath the sky.
O beauty, are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love
With youth, a singing voice, and eyes
To take earth's wonder with surprise?
Why have I put off my pride,
Why am I unsatisfied,--
I, for whom the pensive night
Binds her cloudy hair with light,--
I, for whom all beauty burns
Like incense in a million urns?
O beauty, are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love?: Sara Teasdale