XXXVIII
My heart is filled with joy like spring-fed streams
Which bubbling overflow a barren land,
To leave with lavishness on either hand
Green ripple of leaf-dance, and petal gleams.
My heart is filled with joy like spring-fed streams
By floating, fragile, white mist-billows fanned,
Prismatic curtains by the sun’s light planned,
The substance iridescent of our dreams.
My heart is filled with joy, for Love dwells there,
New Heaven for me making and new Earth—
Love! Love!—the God-dream, that to joy gives birth.
’Tis this I know well makes the world so fair,
’Tis this which is the music all things sing—
The crocus dawn—the sunset crimsoning.