Now—as the two of us made one, And quiet holding like a satin flower Holds fragrance—with the whole day spun Into warm texture of one breathful hour; Now—when the two of us may fret With ecstasy a slow, caressing light, And star-dust weave a coverlet Hiding too eager fire from mortal sight; Singing with wordlessness of flame, Soul set to music, haggling flesh is not; To quick, high mounting, unshamed shame Feeds at the plenty, of its need begot: So on wind-lips, of still heights learned, Shouting, though muted to a rhythmic beat— Of fire and water to a red flower burned, This sacristy ... where life and lovers meet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEDTIME by FRANCIS ROBERT ST. CLAIR ERSKINE GRANDMOTHER'S STORY OF BUNKER HILL BATTLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ELAINE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY DAUGHTERS OF WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 25 by ALFRED TENNYSON |