III.
I seem to walk as a shadow in Love's shadow,
I seem to have always known what love might be
And beyond knowledge passed to the great tranquillity.
I seem to have gained the light without the longing,
For lo! even as the smoking rose-torch came
Within my hands, red flame turned smokeless silver flame.
Now in my dreams I tread an asphodel meadow
Where move the lovers out of the dreamful past.