III

I

The live wave's love for the shore,

The shore's for the wave as it dies,

The love of the thunder‑fire

That sears the skies,

II

We shall know not though life wax hoar,

Till all life, spent into sighs,

Burn out as consumed with desire

Of death's strange eyes;

III

Till the secret be secret no more

In the light of one hour as it flies,

Be the hour as of suns that expire

Or suns that rise.