Poem: THE MAGIC (1903)
You who saw through my disguise Though I came so poor,Let me bless your true two eyes And your open door.Yes, I am a wonder-child; Hark and tell it not.—With the journey and the cold I had half forgot.Take the charmèd seeds I lay In your open hand:Some would cast them all away, You will understand.Trust the bud to come to flower, Trust the flower for fruit.Listen in the winter-timeFor a cricket lute.Here are blessings all from me —Though they look like tears—For your blessed eyes that see And your heart that hears.I am higher than I seem, Fair as…