A Vision

The face and form of a woman Crossed my lonely way Bringing a ray of sunlight Into the darkened day.

A spirit so true and lofty, A saint so gentle and good— She spoke in such tones of pity That my heart misunderstood

Her words of celestial music, Softly breathing a prayer Of hope and inspiration, To a soul in deep despair.

I wept in the lonely silence For a love that could never be mine, Unknowing her love and tenderness Came forth from depths divine.

In a dream she passes before me— And now she has vanished and gone; But the vision still hovers o'er me, And I am no more alone.