The Evolutionist To His Lady

Why should I vaunt as stars that flame
Thine eyes that see?
God made a million stars that same
Ere he made thee.
Aeon on aeon, great and small
They thronged the skies.
He fused the secrets of them all
Into thine eyes.

Why should I laud as flowers that flush
Thy cheeks that flame?
Long meadows came to blanche and blush
Ere thy face came.
The Eternal Gardener tireless went
Through field and wood
And all their fiery changes blent
Into thy blood.

Why should I praise as shells that dream
Thine ears that hear?
God heaped the sands with shells that gleam
Ere thou wert near.
All Elfin shapes through sands untrod,
Worlds green and blue,
Rough sketches through the book of God
To fashion you.

— (late 1890s).

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