And I, a captain of much guile,
Within your ranks dissensions preach
Till all are jealous, each of each—­
Your eyes, lips, heart, a tear, a smile!

So, when you turn your eyes away
From mirrored eyes, and when you stay
Love-hearing with reluctant hand,
Straight then your heart-throbs will betray
That you have read, and understand!

And should your maiden heart uprise
Against fain ears and full-fain eyes,
Upon your lips, that cannot err,
I set my kiss-interpreter!

Or hold you steadfast as allies
Your heart, hand, lips, your smiles, your all,
Your faithful eyes are traitrous eyes—­
Out-steals a tear to your downfall!

Your heart, your eyes, the lips of you
—­Hesitant and full-fain your eyes!—­
Make all my song; have I sung true? 
Make all my song; are you song-wise?

GIFTS

My given gifts have been, ah me! 
Sorrow, and superfluity.

You needed primal force, and this
Was all my giving—­emphasis.

For your mute voice more mute I made,
And at your singing proffered song;
You trembled, and I was afraid—­
Were pierced, I fell on the same blade—­
Triumphed, and then my arm was strong. 
For peace I builded on your peace,
And on your weakness mine up-piled;
Of too fond hope I made increase,
And at your smilings, as a child,
Ignorant of their cost, I smiled.

Always I fear at sight of fears,
And always weep at weeping eyes;
O my Beloved, take my tears,
Take my sighs!

And these, and these, alas! shall be
Sorrow, and superfluity.

WRAITH

Mine was not equal of her trust—­
  As whose, my friend, as whose should be?-And
now, a panic dream of dust,
  She comes to haunt the heart of me;

She comes to haunt my heart for this,
  And lo, a glory of my sighs! 
For still her phantom lips I kiss,
  Who cannot meet her phantom eyes.

A DEDICATION

I took the universe for theme,
  And all young eyes, and all old stars;
A thousand angels of my dream
  I sang, and a thousand of love’s wars.

Blind then my eyes, that now can see
The narrowness of infinity!

For these my songs sing but her eyes,
  And all my song one star apart,
One angel’s dream-soliloquies,
  One conquered, one triumphant, heart.

Yea, one is all, and all is one;
My songs, O love, are sung, and I have done.

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