When my arms wrap you round I
My heart upon the
That has long faded from the world;
The jewelled crowns that kings have
In shadowy pools, when armies fled;
The love-tales wrought with silken
By dreaming ladies upon
That has made fat the murderous moth;
The roses that of old time
Woven by ladies in their hair,
The dew-cold lilies ladies
Through many a sacred
Where such grey clouds of incense
That only God's eyes did not close:
For that pale breast and lingering
Come from a more dream-heavy land,
A more dream-heavy hour than this;
And when you sigh from kiss to kissI hear white Beauty sighing, too,
For hours when all must fade like dew.
But flame on flame, and deep on deep,
Throne over throne where in half sleep,
Their swords upon their iron knees,
Brood her high lonely mysteries.
