The Sign

Last night I felt your kisses on my face, Softer than April fall of wind-flowers; Sweeter than summer rain upon the grass; Sweeter than the light wind, that in the South Wakes, and in groves of myrrh and cassia stirs. I bent with parted lips to kiss your mouth-- Straightway there fell a fine thin veil between. There stood the trees in level rows, The sunlight filled the trembling green Of the leaf-sea, in the fair close.

By these straight boles, under these slender boughs, Throughout the days of midsummer, I stand Until God part the veil with shining hand And show me where you sit within His house Holding the seven-sparred star, whose name is Love. The time, though long, I know comes fast apace Because of the sweet sign you told’st me of,-- Last night I felt your kisses on my face.