Oh, from wide circuit, shall at length I see
Pure daybreak lighten again on Eden’s tree? 
Loosed from remorse and hope and love’s distress,
Enrobe me again in my lost nakedness? 
No more with wordless grief a loved one grieve,
But to Heaven’s nothingness re-welcome Eve?

THE UNCHANGING

After the songless rose of evening,
    Night quiet, dark, still,
In nodding cavalcade advancing
    Starred the deep hill: 
You, in the valley standing,
    In your quiet wonder took
All that glamour, peace, and mystery
    In one grave look. 
Beauty hid your naked body,
    Time dreamed in your bright hair,
In your eyes the constellations
    Burned far and fair.

INVOCATION

The burning fire shakes in the night,
  On high her silver candles gleam,
With far-flung arms enflamed with light,
  The trees are lost in dream.

Come in thy beauty! ’tis my love,
  Lost in far-wandering desire,
Hath in the darkling deep above
  Set stars and kindled fire.

EYES

O strange devices that alone divide
The seer from the seen—­
The very highway of earth’s pomp and pride
That lies between
The traveller and the cheating, sweet delight
Of where he longs to be,
But which, bound hand and foot, he, close on night,
Can only see.

LIFE

Hearken, O dear, now strikes the hour we die;
We, who in our strange kiss
Have proved a dream the world’s realities,
Turned each from other’s darkness with a sigh,
Need heed no more of life, waste no more breath
On any other journey, but of death.

And yet:  Oh, know we well
How each of us must prove Love’s infidel;
Still out of ecstasy turn trembling back
To earth’s same empty track
Of leaden day by day, and hour by hour, and be
Of all things lovely the cold mortuary.

THE DISGUISE

Why in my heart, O Grief,
Dost thou in beauty hide? 
Dead is my well-content,
And buried deep my pride. 
Cold are their stones, beloved,
To hand and side.

The shadows of even are gone,
Shut are the day’s clear flowers,
Now have her birds left mute
Their singing bowers,
Lone shall we be, we twain,
In the night hours.

Thou with thy cheek on mine,
And dark hair loosed, shall see
Take the far stars for fruit
The cypress tree,
And in the yew’s black
Shall the moon be.

We will tell no old tales,
Nor heed if in wandering air
Die a lost song of love
Or the once fair;
Still as well-water be
The thoughts we share!

And, while the ghosts keep
Tryst from chill sepulchres,
Dreamless our gaze shall sleep,
And sealed our ears;
Heart unto heart will speak,
Without tears.