The age-long promise reappears,
And life is Beauty, fringed with tears.
DIEU D’AMOUR
[A CASTLE IN CYPRUS]
Beauty hath two great wings
That lift me to her height,
Though steep her secret dwelling clings
’Twixt earth and light.
Thither my startled soul she brings
In a murmur and stir of plumes,
And blue air cloven,