XIV

There needs must be misunderstandings, dear; For love is more than the much-written word,— Transcends it, as the home-flight of a bird Is distanced by the sun. Let fall the fear; Let Joy and constant Certainty appear Armed with angelic swords of flame that gird Their thighs; for though the day with rain is blurred, Hark to the singing legions of the year!

Always I find gain in lamented loss; Some treasure in the beaten path I tread; And that alone survives which bears a cross Branded by some hot trial that is dead. Last night as I was weeping someone cried: "Love cannot live save love be crucified!"