Jephthah and Other Mysteries

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 143 Thy lips seek home, and in despair Lament aloud over the frosted moor. Sad am I, sad, albeit sure There is no change of God above And no abatement of our love. For still though thou be gone, I see In the glad mirror secretly That I am beautiful in thee, Thy love irradiates my eyes, _ Tints my skin gold, and melodies Of music run over my face; Smiles envy kisses in the race To bathe beneath my eyelids. Light Clothes me and circles with the might Of warmer rosier suns. Thy kiss Dwells on my bosom, and it is A glittering mount of fire, that burns Incense unnamed to heaven, and yearns In smoke toward thy home. Desire Bellies the sails of molten fire Upon the ship of Youth with wind Urgently panting out behind, Impatient till the strand appear And the blue sea have ceased to rear Fountains of foam against the prow. Hail! I can vision even now That golden shore. A lake of light Burns to the sky; above, the night Hovers, her wings grown luminous. (I think she dearly loveth us.)