INVOCATION

The burning fire shakes in the night,

On high her silver candles gleam,

With far-flung arms enflamed with light,

The trees are lost in dream.

Come in thy beauty! 'tis my love,

Lost in far-wandering desire,

Hath in the darkling deep above

Set stars and kindled fire.

Collected Poems 1901-1918 in Two Volumes. Volume I. · 第 143 / 165 题