Yearned loud the iron-bosomed sea.”
In “The Stream’s Secret” the verse assumes a still more lyrical rhythm, as the poet communes with the familiar waters concerning his lost love, and desires—
“The wind-stirred robe of roseate grey
And rose-crown of the hour that leads the day
When we shall meet once more,”
. . . . . .
“As on the unmeasured height of Love’s control
The lustral fires are lit.”
The flow of the monologue gleams with such images as these:
“And on the waste uncoloured wold