Assumption, by Madison Cawein


  A mile of moonlight and the whispering wood:
    A mile of shadow and the odorous lane:
  One large, white star above the solitude,
    Like one sweet wish: and, laughter after pain,
    Wild-roses wistful in a web of rain.


  No star, no rose, to lesson him and lead;
    No woodsman compass of the skies and rocks,—
  Tattooed of stars and lichens,—doth love need
    To guide him where, among the hollyhocks,
    A blur of moonlight, gleam his sweetheart's locks.


  We name it beauty—that permitted part,
    The love-elected apotheosis
  Of Nature, which the god within the heart,
    Just touching, makes immortal, but by this—
    A star, a rose, the memory of a kiss.