Life Transcendent

This being the name of praise given to a fair lady.

I USED to think, when the corn was blowing, Of my lost lady, Life Transcendent, Of her valiant way, of her pride resplendent: For the corn swayed round, like her warrior-band When I knelt by the blades to kiss her hand. But now the green of the corn is going, And winter comes and a springtime sowing Of other grain, on the plains we knew. So I walk on air, where the clouds are blowing, And kiss her hand, where the gods are sowing Stars for corn, in the star-fields new.