Mathilde Blind

Here you will find the Poem The Sleeping Beauty of poet Mathilde Blind

The Sleeping Beauty

There was intoxication in the air; 
The wind, keen blowing from across the seas, 
O'er leagues of new-ploughed land and heathery leas, 
Smelt of wild gorse whose gold flamed everywhere. 
And undertone of song pulsed far and near, 
The soaring larks filled heaven with ecstasies, 
And, like a living clock among the trees, 
The shouting cuckoo struck the time of year. 

For now the Sun had found the earth once more, 
And woke the Sleeping Beauty with a kiss; 
Who thrilled with light of love in every pore, 
Opened her flower-blue eyes, and looked in his. 
Then all things felt life fluttering at their core-- 
The world shook mystical in lambent bliss.