57644: My Shy Hand

<p dir="ltr"> My shy hand shades a hermitage apart, ---<br> O large enough for thee, and thy brief hours.<br> Life there is sweeter held than in God's heart,<br> Stiller than in the heavens of hollow flowers.<br> The wine is gladder there than in gold bowls.<br> And Time shall not drain thence, nor trouble spill.<br> Sources between my fingers feed all souls,<br> Where thou mayest cool thy lips, and draw thy fill.<br> Five cushions hath my hand, for reveries;<br> And one deep pillow for thy brow's fatigues;<br> Languor of June all winterlong, and ease<br> For ever from the vain untravelled leagues.<br> Thither your years may gather in from storm,<br> And Love, that sleepeth there, will keep thee warm.</p>