By what word's power, the key of paths untrod, a Shall I the difficult deeps of Love explore, Till parted waves of Song yield up the shore Even as that sea which Israel crossed dryshod? a For lo! in some poor rhythmic period, 5 Lady, I fain would tell how evermore Thy soul I know not from thy body, nor Thee from myself, neither our love from God. Yea, in God's name, and Love's, and thine, would I c Draw from one loving heart such evidence 10 As to all hearts all things shall signify: Tender as dawn's first hill-fire; and intense As instantaneous penetrating sense, In Spring's birth-hour, of other Springs gone by. XIX. SILENT NOON Your hands lie open in the long, fresh grass, -a The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: |