Nov 132013
 
More ardent, more loving, more longing,
Now I know the color of your soul;
How white the justice of your eyes,
How mountain blue the ambition in you,
How pale the shimmer of your sheer sincerity,
And like the rose's red the love you give.

In evening when my sight is dim
And the fire casts the colors that it can,
Snaring all shapes in its flares and fans
Of shadow and intensity that alternate
Between the cracking wood and iron grate:
Steady glows the color of your soul.

But beyond these tints and tinctures
Of day or night, beyond what any sight
Can by light looking give or get--
Clear as evening's air, as vibrant, dear,
As tears composed of alpine snow,
I know I know the color of your soul.

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