To My Wife

I've seen the beauty of the rose,

I've heard the music of the bird,

And given voice to my delight;

I've sought the shapes that come in dreams,

I've reached my hands in eager quest,

To fold them empty to my breast;

While you, the whole of all I've sought —

The love, the beauty, and the dreams —

Have stood, thro' weal and woe, true at

My side, silent at my neglect.