Michael Field - A Girl lyrics

A Girl, Her soul a deep-wave pearl Dim, lucent of all lovely mysteries; A face flowered for heart's ease, A brow's grace soft as seas Seen through faint forest-trees: A mouth, the lips apart, Like aspen-leaflets trembling in the breeze From her tempestuous heart. Such: and our souls so knit, I leave a page half-writ — The work begun Will be to heaven's conception done, If she come to it.