Green suns, and suns of garnet I have known— Turning, with suns that mock the sapphire-gem, The constellated moons that mirror them To ever-changing opals. On the flown Horizons I have followed, all alone, To meadows of mirage the deserts hem, And sought to break the ghostly, golden stem Of roses of illusion, briefly blown By evanescent waters. One by one, The outward ways of wonder I have trod Through alien lives ineffable. But none Hath held the troublous marvel and surprise That gleams and trembles in thy slightest nod, Or sleeps between thy eyelids and thine eyes. |