The Silken Tassel/To J.S.T.
To J. S. T.
At the Nilgiris
Time is the lord of happiness unknown;
And while the hour is ripe to taste the sweet,
Long-waiting Hope there hurries her fair feet
To feed her lips with richest blossoms blown.
And while the hour is ripe to taste the sweet,
Long-waiting Hope there hurries her fair feet
To feed her lips with richest blossoms blown.
Time is for everything; from zone to zone
The budding Spring will take her emerald seat
To make the vision of the earth complete
And bind her with the laurels of her own.
The budding Spring will take her emerald seat
To make the vision of the earth complete
And bind her with the laurels of her own.
It was not chance but Heaven’s stern decree
That we should meet; for, to these greenest hills
In search of Nature’s soothing balm I came,
That we should meet; for, to these greenest hills
In search of Nature’s soothing balm I came,
And doubly-sweet I felt when I met thee:
How glorious is the cup which Nature fills
With Love that joins to this thy worthy name!
How glorious is the cup which Nature fills
With Love that joins to this thy worthy name!