AT ONE

Sometimes a sudden fount of tears jets in my heart And oft-times golden gleams will through my being dart: Your cry or laugh, my sweet, though we are far apart.

Above this hidden fount I bend and whisper clear More words of fonder love than if your heart were near, More tenderly than if my arms were round you, dear.

I feel your gay love lights such love in me afar, I would not have you near, for eyes and lips might mar The silence where we meet and star is lost in star.

I think of you in peace though under alien skies: Though death itself bereft, your love in me would rise In rainbow ripples borne from your heart in Paradise.