Your presence drifts across my horizon
like a phantom of innocence,
the innocence of night.
Like the hanging garments of the Spirit
who spread wings of light
over the nameless seas of old,
breaking the mirror-stillness and arousing alike
the tempest and the calm which have forever
wooed the hearts of men, so you stir
unfathomed depths within my soul.
You whose light casts shadows, whose love stirs
our loneliness, whose day makes bitter the night
and whose rest makes vain pursuit of many toils,
make desire of you unmet
sweeter than any other fulfilled.
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