Love, while our love was yet unborn, And your lips, doubting you, denied Gifts that should make you glorified In revelation won and worn -- Still in your virgin eyes I knew God's promise of the joy of you Beyond your anger to subdue, Your maidenhood to hide. Now, when your lips have granted all Glory that may be dreamed or done Between the courses of the sun, In nature's deep confessional, -- I see, where wonder underlies The wisdom of your wifely eyes, Unmasterable mysteries That never may be won. |