My spirit would have beauty to offer at the shrine, And turn dull earth to gold and water into wine, And burn in fiery dreams each thought till thrice refined It may have power to mirror the mighty Master's mind. 

 My spirit would have beauty to draw thee nigh, my bird. I seek the lips that spake thee, sung thee, a starry word. I'd breathe anew that music, and lure thee from afar, And still thy quivering pinions at peace in thy own star. 

 

 

 THE VISION OF LOVE 

 The twilight fleeted away in pearl on the stream, And night, like a diamond dome, stood still in our dream. Your eyes like burnished stones or as stars were bright With the sudden vision that made us one with the night. 

 We loved in infinite spaces, forgetting here The breasts that were lit with life and the lips so near; Till the wizard willows waved in the wind and drew Me away from the fulness of love and down to you. 

 Our love was so vast that it filled the heavens up: But the soft white form I held was an empty cup, When the willows called me back to earth with their sigh, And we moved as shades through the deep that was you and I. 

 

 

 A MEMORY 

 You remember, dear, together Two children, you and I, Sat once in the autumn weather, Watching the autumn sky. 

 There was some one round us straying The whole of the long day through, Who seemed to say, "I am playing At hide and seek with you." 

 And one thing after another Was whispered out of the air, How God was a big, kind brother Whose home is in everywhere. 

 His light like a smile comes glancing Through the cool, cool winds as they pass, From the flowers in heaven dancing To the stars that shine in the grass. 

 From the clouds in deep blue wreathing And most from the mountains tall, But God like a wind goes breathing A dream of Himself in all. 

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