That at last the illustrious child
You, I would have said, would yield
Your locks of a light silk that’s frayed
And eyes that had not yet betrayed.
And all the world would have known why,
Believe me, a day when the warm sky
Were colour of an oyster shell:
You and the world had seen as well
As I, when I reflected you
As looking on a dim clean view,
Or buttoned in a coat of grey.
And our abundance would obey,
I’d have said, what these eyes brought it,
Thought so, and you too would have thought it.