126 MYSTERIES :
Endowing which with sacred power I sought
A little while, as thought that seeks for thought,
And found his changeless love endure as mine,
And all his passion round me as a vine.
So clinging fibres of desire control
My perfect body, and my perfect soul
Shot flakes of light toward him, and my eyes,
Seeking his face, were made divinely wise.
So, solemn, silent, ’mid a merry folk -
I bound him by my forehead’s silver yoke,
And grew immense about him and within,
And so possessed him wholly, without sin.
For I had crossed the barrier and knew
There was no sin. His lips reluctant grew
Ardent at last as recognizing me,
And love’s wild tempest sweeps upon his sea. .
And I, I knew not anything, but know
We are still silent, and united so,
And all our being spells one vast To Be,
A passion like the passion of the sea.