A girl

    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.