What Magic Is Thine

by Patience Worth

Patience Worth

What magic is thine, beloved?
Lo, had the day become a worn thing
And the vessels of office trinkets
Of memory. What magic is thine?
Beneath the spell of thy voice have I
Walked upon the sands of morning
Which embrace Day, and found new toys
Awaiting me, new music in the waters,
New songs in the air, new peace
In the quietude, new simplicity
In confusion. Each morrow is exultant
And I expectant. I am comrade
With all days, no longer woeful
O'er yesterdays or fretful o'er tomorrows
Save in anticipation of new joys!
What magic is thine, beloved?
It is as though I had come fresh
From the conflict with bloody head,
With bruised hands and heavy feet,
With mine armour oppressing me---
It is as though I had come to thy side,
And felt thy gentle touch upon my brow,
Watched thy slender hands unthong
My coat of mail, and weary,
Dropped my head upon thy breast, secure
In the serenity of thy voice.





Last updated January 14, 2019