AMBERGRIS 
139 
O poets !  O masters !  O lovers ! 
Sweet souls of the strength of the sun ! 
The couch of eternity covers 
Our loves, and our dreams are as done. 
Reality closes 
Our life into roses ; 
We are infinite space :  we are one. 
 
There is one that hath sought me and found me 
In the heart of the sand and the snow : 
He hath caught me, and held me, and bound me, 
In the lands where no flower may grow 
His voice is a spell, 
Hath enchanted me well ! 
I am his, and I will it or no. 
 
But I will it, I will it, I will it ! 
His speck of a soul in its cars 
Shall lift up immensity !  fill it 
With light of his lyrical bars. 
His soul shall concentre 
All space ;  he shall enter 
The beautiful land of the stars. 
 
He shall know me eternally wedded 
To the splendid and subtle of mind ; 
For thee pious, the arrogant-headed, 
He shall know they nor seek me nor find. 
O afloat in me curled ! 
Cry aloud to the world 
That I and my kisses are kind ! 
 
O lover !  O poet !  O maiden 
To me in my magical way ! 
Be thy songs with the wilderness laden ! 
Thy lyre be adrift and astray :— 
So to me thou shalt cling ! 
So to me thou shalt sing 
Of the beautiful law of the day !