What light of love
Your depth endued ?
Come forth! I invoke ye, O wells, ye dwellers of dim
solitude!
THE WELLS
Deep and calm to heaven’s mirror
Through the cedarn grove or ashen,
Willow-woven, or cypress terror,
To the sky’s less serene fashion
Still we look: around our margin
Holy priestess, longing lover,
Poet musing, vagrant virgin,
Nor their own mild looks discover,
But the light and glow of that they are meditating over.
ORPHEUS
O curves unbeholden,
Bright glory of bays!
Deep gulfs grown golden
With dawn and its ways!
With sunset enfolden
In silvery praise!
Come forth! I invoke ye, O gulfs, where the sea is as
children, and plays.
THE Bays
Where the hills reach to heaven behind us
A voice is rolled over the steep,
Some godhead whose glory would blind us,
Reflected far-off on the deep.
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