XXV

There are so many things to say and do After that moment of our breathless bliss When separation ends upon a kiss, And I have passed the dreary spaces through. Words as of one long leashed by silence who Finds tongue at last, and, eager, would not miss Fulfilment of ten thousand fancies; this Must follow my first swift embrace of you.

Secure within the palaces of thought, And guarded by my soul as with a sword, These fancies are; no curious eyes have caught Their gleam and glory: you alone, Adored, May enter the uplifted gates of gold To hear and see what never has been told.