Temper the darkness, saying, in heaven's despite,
I had not wholly left the world behind;
So, sunless, soundless, if, to make an end,
He smote the nerves that move, the nerves that feel:
Even then, O jealous one, I would not complain
If I were spared the wealth I cannot spend,
If I were left the treasure none can steal:
The lovely words that wander through my brain.
EASTER
Adown our lane at Eastertide
Hosts of dancing bluebells lay
In pools of light: and 'Oh,' you cried,
'Look, look at them: I think that they
Are bluer than the laughing sea,'
And 'Look!' you cried, 'a piece of the sky
Has fallen down for you and me
To gaze upon and love.' ... And I,
Seeing in your eyes the dancing blue
And in your heart the innocent birth
Of a pure delight, I knew, I knew
That heaven had fallen upon earth.