He’ll hunt through wards of Heaven, Call to uncoffined earth “Where is this soul, unjudged, not given Dole for good’s dearth?” And I, lying so safe Within you, hearing all, To have cheated God shall laugh, Freed by your thrall. WEDDED They leave their love-lorn haunts, Their sigh-warm floating Eden; And they are mute at once, Mortals by God unheeden, By their past kisses chidden. But they have kist and known Clear things we dim by guesses— Spirit to spirit grown: Heaven, born in hand-caresses. Love, fall from sheltering tresses. And they are dumb and strange: Bared trees bowed from each other. Their last green interchange What lost dreams shall discover? Dead, strayed, to love-strange lover. DON JUAN’S SONG The moon is in an ecstasy, It wanes not nor can grow; The heavens are in a mist of love, And deepest knowledge know: What things in nature seem to move Bear love as I bear love? And bear my pleasures so? I bear my love as streams that bear The sky still flow or shake: Though deep within, too far on high. Light blossoms kiss and wake The waters sooner than the sky; And if they kiss and die God made them frail to break. ON A LADY SINGING She bade us listen to the singing lark In tones far sweeter than its own: For fear that she should cease and leave us dark We built the bird a feignèd throne, Shrined in her gracious glory-giving ways From sceptred hands of starred humility— Praising herself the more in giving praise To music less than she. BEAUTY As a sword in the sun— A glory calling a glory— Our eyes, seeing it run, Capture its gleam for our story. Singer, marvellous gleam Dancing in splendid light, Here you have brought us our dream— Ah, but its stay is its flight! A QUESTION What if you shut your eyes and look, Yea, look with all the spirit’s eyes, While mystic unrevealèd skies Unfold like pages of a book