Then a great love
Triumphing over sorrow, like the light
Clearing the west when sunset’s wrath has waned
Before the risen stars—a mystery—welled
Up through me radiant, helpless where you lay
In the calm pose of sleep: and above Time,
Our little passion, and the circumstance
Of temporal tumult, self to self we met;
And sundered reverent.... Faintest breath of flowers
Stirred in the twilight fragrantly, and there