Smiling
A morning spirit of
Youthful unconscious dignity
That awes standing now
In queenly beauty
The divinest maid
Who ever trod earth
Willingly eagerly and
Not through inadvertence
A complacent prisoner
A slave to posture
Hands made fast
With red ribbon
Welcoming captivity
Her silken bondage
And glad restraint
At dawn at midday
My lady of the silver light
In darkness
The whole world fading
Into the moment supreme
