Poetry
An Echo
DEAR one, dear one, who you are
I shall not say, for I know not.
The thousand beauties you have been My eyes have seen and have forgot.
All the wisdom you have laiown And shared with me, and put aside, Even- this attribute has gone.
For something of your grace has died With every- moment of our 'years, - Dying in birth of lovelier Joys in joys and fears in fears.
Love with you is change. Your love Is fire consuming in desire, A strange and dreadful power, a wild And startled ecstasy, a pang Of opposites grown reconciled.
You do not know your strength. You take,
• And take again, and bind, and break ;• And lo ! the shard of me that's left Rings in your hands, both' new and round, Whole as a sword again, a bell On Which an ancient summons rang Once, and is vibrating still,
Linking our lives with_ noose of sound, Deep echoes of an earlier name Sighed out at night in. worlds remote, Sighed °lit with joy, subdued with shame. My• ears have heard it, and forgot.
RicuARD Cntacii.
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