Mathilde Blind (Матильда Блайнд)

The Sleeping Beauty

There was intoxication in the air;
   The wind, keen blowing from across the seas,
   O'er leagues of new-ploughed land and heathery leas,
Smelt of wild gorse whose gold flamed everywhere.
And undertone of song pulsed far and near,
   The soaring larks filled heaven with ecstasies,
   And, like a living clock among the trees,
The shouting cuckoo struck the time of year.

For now the Sun had found the earth once more,
   And woke the Sleeping Beauty with a kiss;
Who thrilled with light of love in every pore,
   Opened her flower-blue eyes, and looked in his.
Then all things felt life fluttering at their core—
   The world shook mystical in lambent bliss.

1. Internal Firesides
2. The Red Sunsets, 1883 (The twilight heavens are flushed with gathering light)
3. Apple-Gathering
4. What Magic Is There
5. The Songs of Summer

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