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When my lady climbs the stair, / From the wet, surf-beaten sands, / Loosening her cloak of hair, / With her slender, foam-white hands, / All my soul cries out in me: / What fair things God maketh be!
Praise her white, and red, and gold; / Praise her lips made sweet with mirth, / Her grave eyes, that dreaming hold / Tears, which tremble ere their birth!
Yet what song shall snare the feet / Of white dawn upon the wheat?
Surely earth's swift-changing grace, / Starry waters, starry skies / Fallen in some flower-loved place, / Speak such peace as speak her eyes; / There earth's sudden wonders are / Glassed, as waters glass a star.
When my lady climbs the stair, / Every wandering golden tress / Streams out, through the living air, / Like a flame for loveliness, / And my soul cries out in me: / What fair things God maketh be.