Has Your Soul Sipped

Has your soul

Of the sweetness of all sweets?

Has it well

But yet hungers and sweats?

I have been

Of a strange sweetness,

All fancy

Past all supposing.

Passing the

Of the rubies of morning,

Or the soft

Of the moon; or the

Known to the

Of her mystery and mourning.

Sweeter than

Of the wild

Or than love's

After life's gall.

Sweeter than

Of living leaves,

Sweeter than

Of dying loves.

Sweeter than

And dreams

To one in

Or life and its laughter.

Or the proud

The victor

Or the last

Of all wars.

Or the sweet

After long

Unto the

Smiling at God;

To me was that smile,

Faint as a wan, worn myth,

Faint and exceeding small,

On a boy's murdered mouth.

Though from his

The life-tide

There was no

On his lips.

But with the bitter

And the

All his life's sweetness

Into a smile.