by Louis Untermeyer (1885 - 1977)

With a Volume of Heine
Language: English 
Like some young flower, cool and white
        With the stars' kiss still on its brow,
You shine through my heart's dusk, and light
        The dark concern that gathers now.

Half on my lips, a fearful hope
        Starts like a prayer, already planned.
Toward your bright head my fingers grope...
        But something holds my hand.

Prayers are not what you want. I see
        That, when all other beauty fails,
You will not alter, you will be
        So white and young -- and hard as nails.

First published in The Dial, volume 68, 1920

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