BLUE AND PURPLE
IN BLUE AND PURPLE CLAD
A PEARL set in the hollow of a stone,
Wrought deftly by an artist of great skill;
A sapphire ’twas that bore the pearl so still
Within its bosom; taking from its tone
Those fires of deep delight to Asia known.
Blent in an amethyst, the priceless twain
Enthronèd were, o’er glowing worlds to reign,
In gladness richer than the morn has shown.
She, like a regal lily of the field,
On which the sunset colours softly lay,
Forgot that life was sometime dark and sad;
She smiled, and bade all sorrow’s wounds be healed;
Then she was lovelier than heav’n’s best day—
Ethereal, in blue and purple clad.