Poem: Vitality
The wine of life sparkled in her eyes in zest and joy and vintage vitality ; Beneath a blooming bough she bent for the sweet sugar plums that were proffered; And I saw, too, reflected there in those eyes the energy she drew from Nature and love and all that was new; Sweet dreams, awash in moonlight, Pathways of stars that twinkled in the night, White doves that cooed songs of springs yet to come-- white-frosted winters, sultry summers, the sheer sensuous exuberation, light flotation on fairy wings, of the mad musicality of the mind under the solstice sun, by gushing rills and fantasies of garland flowers; Thus Nature spoke to her, in all its eloquence-- the waltzing wind led her round and round the grassy knoll and old, hoar trees swayed in time, and hummed a tune or two; The momentary magic I thus beheld enthralled me and it seemed, for a second, as if all the joy, all the vitality ever, had...