Grief clutched my heart. Like him you are not made
For noisy daylight, I think quick, and sigh.
You are my black, black night-bird! Well I know
You’ll leave me for the dusk again and go
Through twilights on and on, forgetful, free,
Pale silences down-floating, far from me,
And I shall be as in daylight a star
That fades and falters where the lightnings are.
XXXV
O! Love’s a crystal cup filled rim to rim