ONE night the beauty of the stars Made magic for me white and still: I climbed the road above the hill, The road no waking footstep mars. I met my Lady in the wood, The black pine wood above the hill, Dream-fair her beauty, white and still; I knelt as one before the Rood. White Dream that makes my life a war Of wild desire and baffled will, Once more my soul with beauty fill, Rise through the darkness, O my Star! |