"O high white Moon,
Alone and glittering,
As you pull ocean soon,
My Belovëd bring.
"O swelling Sea,
Cavernous in your sweep,
Make Him ingulph, drown me
Far in His deep.
"O Day, O Night,
O Moon, O Sun, O Sea,
O Wind, bring my Delight!
Bring Him to me!"
V
In the second watch of the night
The amazed guards saw with affright
Gold stars fall in a shower:
Coins of gold in a sweeping flight,
They silently broke on the tower.
And the tower's top turned a rose
Of enwreathed, ruddy light,
And, like men smit of their foes,
The guards fell at the sight....
And the Rose possessed the tower alone
All the blue, windless night.
VI
"Soft torrential wind
Falls through the vast, still deep
Like thick dreams pouring behind
The opened gates of sleep:
Ah, not so swift, Lord, not so bright,
Lest I be blown—a feather;
Not so white, not so white,
Lest I be withered altogether.
"Earth shifts under my feet,
Glory breaks over my head;
Speechlessly my wings I beat,
And fall mute in breathless dread:
Ah, not so swift, Lord, not so bright,
Lest I be blown—a feather;
Not so white, not so white,
Lest I be wilted altogether."