Beloved, you may be as all men
Only a transient
Of flickering flame set in loam of clay – I care not …since you kindle all my
With the immortal lustres of the day.
And as all men deem, dearest, you may
Only a common
Chance-winnowed by the sea-winds from the sea –The subtle murmurs of eternity.
And tho’ you are, like men or mortal race,
Only a hapless
That Death may mar and destiny efface – I care not … since unto my heart you
The very vision of God’s dwelling-place.
