Whitcomb dream

Because her eyes were far too deep
And holy for a laugh to leap
Across the brink where sorrow tried
To drawn within the amber tide
Because the lips whose ripples kissed
The trembling lids through tender mist
Were dazzled with a radiant gleam
Because the roses growing wild
About her feathers when she smiled
Whenever dews with tears that fall
Ineffable
I call her dream