Vi

The Moment came, with sacramental cup Lifted--and all the vault of life grew bright With tides of incommensurable light-- But tremblingly I turned and covered up My face before the wonder. Down the slope I heard her feet in irretrievable flight, And when I looked again, my stricken sight Saw night and rain in a dead world agrope.

Now walks her ghost beside me, whispering With lips derisive: "Thou that wouldst forego-- What god assured thee that the cup I bring Globes not in every drop the cosmic show, All that the insatiate heart of man can wring From life's long vintage?--Now thou shalt not know."