WHOM WE WORSHIP 

 I would not have the love of lips and eyes, The ancient ways of love: But in my heart I built a Paradise, A nest there for the dove. 

 I felt the wings of light that fluttered through The gate I held apart: And all without was shadow, but I knew The bird within my heart. 

 Then, while the innermost with music beat, The voice I loved so long Seemed only the dream echo faint and sweet Of a far sweeter song. 

 I could not even bear the thought I felt Of Thee and Me therein; And with white heat I strove the veil to melt That love to love might win. 

 But ah, my dreams within their fountain fell; Not to be lost in thee, But with the high ancestral love to dwell In its lone ecstasy. 

 

 

 MISTRUST 

 You look at me with wan, bright eyes When in the deeper world I stray: You fear some hidden ambush lies In wait to call me, "Come away." 

 What if I see behind the veil Your starry self beseeching me, Or at its stern command grow pale, "Let her be free, let her be free?" 

 

 

 THE DREAM 

 I woke to find my pillow wet With tears for deeds deep hid in sleep. I knew no sorrow here, but yet The tears fell softly through the deep. 

 Your eyes, your other eyes of dream, Looked at me through the veil of blank; I saw their joyous, starlit gleam Like one who watches rank on rank. 

 His victor airy legions wind And pass before his awful throne— Was there thy loving heart unkind, Was I thy captive all o'erthrown? 

 

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