Sweep out to darkness, triumphing in his goal, Out of the fire, out of the little room.... --There is an end appointed, O my soul! Crimson and green the signals burn; the gloom Is hung with steam's far-blowing livid streamers. Lost into God, as lights in light, we fly, Grown one with will, end-drunken huddled dreamers. The white lights roar. The sounds of the world die. And lips and laughter are forgotten things. Speed sharpens; grows. Into the night, and on, The strength and splendour of our purpose swings. The lamps fade; and the stars. We are alone. SONG All suddenly the wind comes soft, And Spring is here again; And the hawthorn quickens with buds of green, And my heart with buds of pain. My heart all Winter lay so numb, The earth so dead and frore, That I never thought the Spring would come, Or my heart wake any more. But Winter's broken and earth has woken, And the small birds cry again; And the hawthorn hedge puts forth its buds, And my heart puts forth its pain. BEAUTY AND BEAUTY When Beauty and Beauty meet All naked, fair to fair, The earth is crying-sweet, And scattering-bright the air, Eddying, dizzying, closing round, With soft and drunken laughter; Veiling all that may befall After--after-- Where Beauty and Beauty met, Earth's still a-tremble there, And winds are scented yet, And memory-soft the air, Bosoming, folding glints of light, And shreds of shadowy laughter; Not the tears that fill the years After--after-- THE WAY THAT LOVERS USE The way that lovers use is this; They bow, catch hands, with never a word, And their lips meet, and they do kiss, --So I have heard. They queerly find some healing so, And strange attainment in the touch; There is a secret lovers know, --I have read as much. And theirs no longer joy nor smart, Changing or ending, night or day; But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart, --So lovers say. MARY AND GABRIEL