Half-Seen

Out from the brake and stubble of sense I peered for a moment-- Wist! was that THEE that passed on the wind? Once, too, I swam out beyond sight of all land and emerged on the crest of the highest wave-- Wist! was that THEE that sped over the horizon? I throttled one by one each image in my brain on a night when the north-wind blew from the Zenith-- Wist! was that THEE that startled me into a body again? Ride thou on the wind, or merge in all horizons, Image unimaged, escape me Thou canst not, for I am the part that must make THEE whole at the last-- At the last!