Jephthah and Other Mysteries

146 MYSTERIES : A SONNET IN SPRING. CHAINLESS Love, the frost is in my brain, Whose swift desires and swift intelligence Are dull and numb to-day ; because the sense Only responds to the sharp key of pain. O free fair Love, as welcome as the rain On thirsty fallows, come, and let us hence Far where the veil of Summer lies immense, A haze of heat on ocean’s purple plain. O wingless Love, let us away together Where the sure surf rings round the beaten strand, And the sky stands, a dome of flawless weather, And the stars join in one triumphal band, Because we broke the inexorable tether That bound our passion with an iron hand.