Let go your burdened mask, Let rest those heavy eyes; Reprieve yourself the act So often self-denied. Sun-kissed by window rays In wondrous light reply, A miracle for days, Each holy one, wholly mine: The softness of your smile, Bereft of daily fine, Uplifted by birdsong, Of little larks' design; The levity in cheek, Enough to hold the sky, Too much for one so meek, So undeserving I.