In thine eyes was a terror as thy lips' touches faded, Sore trembled thine arms as they fell away from me; And thy voice was grown piteous with words of beseeching, So that still for a little my search seemed unended. --Ah, enending, unchanging desire fulfils me! I cry out for thy comfort as thou clingest about me. O joy hard to bear, but for memory of sorrow, But for pity of past days whose bitter is sweet now! _Let us speak, love, together some word of our story, That our lips as they part may remember the glory._ AZALAIS _O Love, kiss me into silence lest no word avail me; Stay my head with thy bosom lest breath and life fail me_. THE MUSIC _LOVE IS ENOUGH: while ye deemed him a-sleeping, There were signs of his coming and sounds of his feet; His touch it was that would bring you to weeping, When the summer was deepest and music most sweet: In his footsteps ye followed the day to its dying, Ye went forth by his gown-skirts the morning to meet: In his place on the beaten-down orchard-grass lying, Of the sweet ways ye pondered yet left for life's trying. Ah, what was all dreaming of pleasure anear you, To the time when his eyes on your wistful eyes turned, And ye saw his lips move, and his head bend to hear you, As new-born and glad to his kindness ye yearned? Ah, what was all dreaming of anguish and sorrow, To the time when the world in his torment was burned, And no god your heart from its prison might borrow, And no rest was left, no to-day, no to-morrow? All wonder of pleasure, all doubt of desire, All blindness, are ended, and no more ye feel If your feet tread his flowers or the flames of his fire, If your breast meet his balms or the edge of his steel. Change is come, and past over, no more strife, no more learning: Now your lips and your forehead are sealed with his seal, Look backward and smile at the thorns and the burning. --Sweet rest, O my soul, and no fear of returning!_ _Enter before the curtain LOVE, clad still as a Pilgrim_. LOVE