IV

Whose counted smile of hours and days, suppose

I know as spectrum of the sea and pledge

Vastly now parting gulf on gulf of wings

Whose circles bridge, I know, (from palms to the severe

Chilled albatross’s white immutability)

No stream of greater love advancing now

Than, singing, this mortality alone

Through clay aflow immortally to you.

All fragrance irrefragibly, and claim

Madly meeting logically in this hour

And region that is ours to wreathe again,

Portending eyes and lips and making told

The chancel port and portion of our June--

Shall they not stem and close in our own steps

Bright staves of flowers and quills to-day as I

Must first be lost in fatal tides to tell?

In signature of the incarnate word

The harbor shoulders to resign in mingling

Mutual blood, transpiring as foreknown

And widening noon within your breast for gathering

All bright insinuations that my years have caught

For islands where must lead inviolably

Blue latitudes and levels of your eyes,--

In this expectant, still exclaim receive

The secret oar and petals of all love.

V

Meticulous, past midnight in clear rime,

Infrangible and lonely, smooth as though cast

Together in one merciless white blade--

The bay estuaries fleck the hard sky limits.

--As if too brittle or too clear to touch!

The cables of our sleep so swiftly filed,

Already hang, shred ends from remembered stars.

One frozen trackless smile.... What words

Can strangle this deaf moonlight? For we

Are overtaken. Now no cry, no sword

Can fasten or deflect this tidal wedge,

Slow tyranny of moonlight, moonlight loved

And changed.... “There’s

Nothing like this in the world,” you say,

Knowing I cannot touch your hand and look

Too, into that godless cleft of sky

Where nothing turns but dead sands flashing.

“--And never to quite understand!” No,

In all the argosy of your bright hair I dreamed

Nothing so flagless as this piracy.

But now

Draw in your head, alone and too tall here.

Your eyes already in the slant of drifting foam;

Your breath sealed by the ghosts I do not know:

Draw in your head and sleep the long way home.

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