Lover's Diary

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"></SPAN></p> <br/> <h2> THE WELCOME </h2> <p>But see: my lady comes. I hear her feet<br/> Upon the sward; she standeth by my side.<br/> Just such a face Raphael had deified,<br/> If in his day they two had chanced to meet.<br/> <br/> And I, tossed by the tide of circumstance,<br/> Lifting weak hands against a host of swords,<br/> Paused suddenly to hear her gentle words<br/> Making powerless the lightnings of mischance.<br/> <br/> I, who was but a maker of poor songs,<br/> That one might sing behind his prison bars,<br/> I, who it seemed fate singled out for wrongs&mdash;<br/> <br/> She smiled on me as smile the nearest stars.<br/> From her deep soul I draw my peace, and thus,<br/> One wreath of rhyme I weave for both of us.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />