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.