XXXIX
Late met we last night by the lake again
When faint for dawn I felt the dark to be;
Mist-veiled, the water lay all silently,
An opal, mystic, dim, Hungarian.
Beneath its milky whiteness I knew when
The call of day came crisping clear and free,
Troubling within the trees birds dream-drowsy
A maze of misty flame would leap again.
So from my heart as night mists dropped adown
And earth became an opal for Love’s crown,
No real world anywhere, nothing but this,
I knew that with sun-splendor of your kiss
There’d come a wonder as with dawn there came
And from Love’s opal heart would leap a flame.