XXXII

The furthest wind that ever blew

Blows but to prove

That I have made no cage for you

Out of my love.

No lock, no bolt, no key, no door,

The sky our roof, the sea our floor,

The air our scent, our cloak the light,

A liberty more free than flight,

A stillness that, outpacing pace,

Dismisses time and widens space,

A lamp of loneliness alight

In homage to the infinite--

So have I emptied in my pride

The world we knew,

Of all the colours that could hide

My love for you,

And the cold miracles that I denied

You have made true.

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