You who taught the sun his light

You who taught the sun his light And rolled the darkness into night, Who gave the air her liberty And curled the currents of the sea; You who turbaned gentian skies With clouds of fleecy fineries, Whose icy vision could impose Her perfect transcience on a rose; You who found a baby’s hue For Heaven; and chose an empty blue With which to save the infinite From the bombardment of our sight; You who taught music how to pry Into a whisper’s melody, And gave the sunbeams cause to claim Shadow as the true home of flame; You from whom I learnt to bless The unencumbered loneliness That love must give and love must take, You who taught my heart to break And to cry out, while it was breaking, “This is not sleeping, this is waking,” In a mood of mockery One day you gave myself to me!