There we two sat as high as heaven,
And heaven's own rapture drinking.
While in the dark waves far below;
The gradual sun was sinking.
Below us in the deep, dark sea,
The fair sun dropped; then dashing,
The waves broke wildly over him,
With turbulence of passion.
Oh do not weep! he is not dead,
'Neath billows swelling higher;
He has but hidden in my heart,
With all his burning fire.
VIII.
Come, let us build upon this rock,
The Church of God's last lover,
The third New Testament's revealed,
The agony is over.
Refuted is the second book
That fooled us through long ages.
The stupid torture of the flesh
Is not for modern sages.
Hear'st thou the Lord in the dark sea,
With thousand voices speaking?
See'st thou o'erhead the thousand lights
Of God's own glory breaking?
The holy God dwells in the light,
As in the dark abysses.
For God is everything that is:
His breath is in our kisses.