III

If I could tell why, when you look at me, Dreams that have visited half wakeful nights Re-form and shape themselves, and Pisgah-sights Fill one far valley to a purple sea; And white-domed cities rise with porphyry, Jacinth and sapphire gates, beneath the heights, Rose-flamed within the dawn where Ph[oe]bus smites Earth with his heel—claiming its lord to be;

Then would you know what my heart seeks to say And falters ere sufficient words be found: How all the voiceless night and vocal day Love looks on you and trembles into sound; Love longs and pleads for his one moment's bliss— You and him mingled in a silent kiss.