The House of Life: IV. Heart's Haven

Sometimes she is a child within mine arms

Cowering beneath dark wings that love must chase

With still tears showering and averted face

Inexplicably filled with faint alarms

And oft from mine own spirit's hurtling harms

I crave the refuge of her deep embrace

Against all ills the fortified strong place

And sweet reserve of sovereign counter-charms

And Love, our light at night and shade at noon

Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns away

All shafts of shelterless tumultuous day

Like the moon's growth, his face gleams through his tune

And as soft waters warble to the moon

Our answering spirits chime one roundelay