Poem by Conrad Potter Aiken

To My Wife

Whatever loveliness is in this music,
Whatever yearning after lovely things,--
Whatever crying after stars, in darkness,
Whatever beating of impeded wings:

Whatever climbing of the rose to sunlight,
Sweet-hearted laugh from the dark blind sod:
Whatever madness of the sea for moonlight,
Whatever yearning of the good to God:

All that is beautiful, and all that looks on beauty
With eyes filled with fire, like a lover's eyes:
All of this is yours; you gave it to me, sunlight!
All these stars are yours; you gave them to me, skies!

1. When You Are Not Surprised
2. One
3. The Dance of Life
4. Miracles
5. Goya

Benjamin Brierley To My Wife ("NOW all that glitters is not gold") HALL STREET, MOSTON, April 29th, 1893

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