Love Declared

I LOOKED, she drooped, and neither spake, and cold, We stood, how unlike all forecasted thought Of that desirèd minute! Then I leaned Doubting; whereat she lifted—oh, brave eyes Unfrighted:—forward like a wind-blown flame Came bosom and mouth to mine! That falling kiss Touching long-laid expectance, all went up Suddenly into passion; yea, the night Caught, blazed, and wrapt us round in vibrant fire.

Time’s beating wing subsided, and the winds Caught up their breathing, and the world’s great pulse Stayed in mid-throb, and the wild train of life Reeled by, and left us stranded on a hush. This moment is a statue unto Love Carved from a fair white silence. Lo, he stands Within us—are we not one now, one, one roof, His roof, and the partition of weak flesh Gone down before him, and no more, for ever?— Stands like a bird new-lit, and as he lit, Poised in our quiet being; only, only Within our shaken hearts the air of passion, Cleft by his sudden coming, eddies still And whirs round his enchanted movelessness.

A film of trance between two stirrings! Lo, It bursts; yet dream’s snapped links cling round the limbs Of waking: like a running evening stream Which no man hears, or sees, or knows to run, (Glazed with dim quiet), save that there the moon Is shattered to a creamy flicker of flame, Our eyes’ sweet trouble were hid, save that the love Trembles a little on their impassioned calms.