by: Henry van Dyke (1852-1933)
- ER eyes are like the evening air,
- Her voice is like a rose,
- Her lips are like a lovely song,
- That ripples as it flows,
- And she herself is sweeter than
- The sweetest thing she knows.
- A slender, haunting, twilight form
- Of wonder and surprise,
- She seemed a fairy or a child,
- Till, deep within her eyes,
- I saw the homeward-leading star
- Of womanhood arise.
POEMS BY HENRY VAN DYKE
"Hesper" is reprinted
from The White Bees and Other Poems. Henry van Dyke. New
York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1909.