Xi

How swiftly is she caught in ecstasy, With her clear eyes of leaping flame; She, so sweet with clarity, Meek before life's sternest claim. This eve how sudden fervour rayed Her eyes! A simple word did entrance yield To the garden where she stood revealed Both queen and serving maid! So meek herself, but for us two on fire; To her must kneel whoever doth desire The harvest of that joy that rolls From out our two surchargèd souls. We heard exulting love within us seek The quiet refuge of our hearts once more, And the living silence speak Words we dreamed not of before!