Love’S Solitude

FILLED with the breath of Love, my soul knows change Throughout its troubled region, day by day, Still as the breaking fire upclimbs its way From scarlet dawn, through fervent noon to range; Until the fainting eve, grown wan and pale, Swoons in the arms of close embracing night That putteth forth her spells of dreamful might, And sweet enchantments, till the starry veil

Is cloven by the gleaming shafts of morn, Ascending new with all his glittering train To bring me peace, or strange tempestuous pain; Or soft winds singing in the sacred grove That keeps thy shrine, and where I talk with Love, Watching the far-off sea whence hope is born.