Hubert Church - Rosalind

Rosalind has come to town ! All the street’s a meadow , Balconies are beeches brown With a drowsy shadow , And the long-drawn window panes Are the foliage of her lanes. Rosalind about me brings Sunny brooks that quiver Unto palpitating wings Ere they kiss the river , And her eyes are trusting birds That do nestle without words. Rosalind ! to me you bear Memories of a meeting When the love-star smote the air 15 With a pulse’s beating: Does your spirit love to pace In the temple of that place? Rosalind ! be thou the fane For my soul’s uprising , Where my heart may reach again Thoughts of heaven’s devising: Be the solace self-bestowed In the shrine of Love’s abode ! Hubert Church