The House of Life: I. Love-Sight

When do I see thee most, beloved one?

When in the light the spirits of mine eyes

Before thy face, their altar, solemnize

The worship of that Love through thee made known?

Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone)

Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies

Thy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies

And my soul only sees thy soul its own?

O love, my love! if I no more should see

Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee

Nor image of thine eyes in any spring

How then should sound upon Life's darkening slope

The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope

The wind of Death's imperishable wing?