When Beauty and Beauty meet
   All naked, fair to fair,
The earth is crying-sweet,
   And scattering-bright the air,
Eddying, dizzying, closing round,
   With soft and drunken laughter;
Veiling all that may befall
   After—after—

Where Beauty and Beauty met,
   Earth’s still a-tremble there,
And winds are scented yet,
   And memory-soft the air,
Bosoming, folding glints of light,
   And shreds of shadowy laughter;
Not the tears that fill the years
   After—after—
 

When hurrying home on a rainy night

And hearing tree-tops rubbed and tossed,

And seeing never a friendly star

And feeling your way when paths are crossed:

Stop fast and turn three times around

And try the logic of the lost.

Where is the heavenly light you dreamed?

Where is your hearth and glowing ash?

Where is your love by the mellow moon?

Here is not even a lightning-flash,

And in a place no worse than this

Lost men shall wail and teeth shall gnash.

Lightning is quick and perilous,

The dawn comes on too slow and pale,

Your love brings only a yellow lamp,

Yet of these lights one shall avail:

The dark shall break for one of these,

I’ve never known this thing to fail.