Beauty

Full with joy my heart fills
When you bloom like the daffodils;
In the morning sun, with a smile that heels-
The pains of all and all evil ruins
The goodness of your nature falls,
Over one and all whoever calls;
And I am bound to say in winter or spring
A calm bliss that your presence bring,
Through the clouds that float over mountain tops
In secret silence;
Your heart that speaks and soul that sings
Has always something in its deeper sense-
A peaceful dream, a love serene,
A tint of pure innocence.