As a Bell in a Chime

    as a bell in a chime       Sets its twin-note a-ringing,     As one poet’s rhyme       Wakes another to singing,     So, once she has smiled,     All your thoughts are beguiled, And flowers and song from your childhood are bringing.     Though moving through sorrow       As the star through the night,     She needs not to borrow,       She lavishes, light.     The path of yon star     Seemeth dark but afar: Like hers it is sure, and like hers it is bright.     Each grace is a jewel       Would ransom the town;     Her speech has no cruel,       Her praise is renown;     ’T is in her as though Beauty,     Resigning to Duty The sceptre, had still kept the purple and crown.