First Love, Part Two
A universe of pleasure
Our bodies were, our minds;
We freed ourselves past measure,
Then sought a deed that binds.
And though such deeds devour
Until all flesh have rest,
Our minds, that never tired,
Were each to each addressed.
I questioned her, she answered;
We disagreed, and laughed.
Then word to word was mirrord
And we held ourselves _not_ half.
Her strange bright eyes and body,
Her shimmering burst of hair,
Her silver globes of sweetness,
Her golden lyre fair.
And then, ah, yes, that silence---
No touch, no sigh, no moan---
Only Time not passing,
But I and my Love alone.
Such, then, so much, and not lesser,
Our triumphing love at-first-sight;
And now, as the tide goes ebbing,
I'm standing up glad and light.
So, as these waves slide outward,
Now, as these winds depart,
I'll steer out a song far southward
To the singer who has my heart.
O searing Love divinest,
Who art holier than pride;
O Worthiest and Wisest,
Whose heart is in my side,
Thy "Yea" to me be taken,
And so my "Yea" to Thee,
That o'er this earth, sea-shaken,
Sad days shall no more be.
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