THE STILL TRYST.
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How love transcends our mortal sphere, And sees again the spirit-world, Forgot so daily. Thou art here;— I know thee, sweet—though fair impearled Thy face in a far atmosphere To others,—hearing in the sea My love a-crying up to thee.
Thou by the surf, I on the lake:— Yet in the real world we meet; And O, for thy endearéd sake, Love, all I am is at thy feet. With thy life let me breathing take, And through all nature do thou see My love a-crying up to thee.
And with thine eyes shall I pursue Yon shower-veils from the sunset flying, Blown mid clouds white and lurid-blue That crowd the rainbow's arch, defying Him who in red death shoots them through. Look with me; in this pageant see My love all glowing up to thee.
See what I see, hear what I hear, I too am with thee by the wave— One all the day, the hour, the year: Our trust of love shall be so brave, We shall deny that death is here Or any power in the grave. I know thee; thou canst love like this; Be ours the endless spirit-kiss.
Dusk falls. How purely shines that star, Concealed while day was in the sky; Life, love and thou not mortal are, Though atheist noon your world deny. Dusk falls:—though in the west a bar Of bloom on evening's pure cheek be; In beauty thy love cries to me.