Upon your spirit shall my heart in ardor dwell,
For cause divine, what brought you to my wearied soul;
As well as by that dreaming vanity will breathe
What love is in me still from last its death recalled.
Your loveliness knows no inconstancy, and truth
Of you beyond the minds of men by nature is.
Of only foolish wisdom now my knowledge is;
Upon my shoulders grave a burden ne’er can dwell.
Your happiness shows no discrepancy, for truth;
For out the depths of sadness has been raised your soul,
What once had you embraced, so now you loathe recalled
As dust upon those feral winds the deserts breathe.
As I am made content to merely watch you breathe
Of air that I as well may taste and live by is
What forms, creates, and moves my lover-ship recalled.
Upon your wreath-ed head where hope and lilac dwell
For all the things I vowed to gift unto your soul,
Your very being, lie unope’d the buds of truth.
Your eyes when first I lived them whispered me a truth:
As night precedeth day and stars their fires breathe,
For men on earth there can be one completed soul.
Of all this curs-ed race there may live one who is;
Upon no sinful thought his perfect mind should dwell.
What wonders you have done through memories recalled!
What beating hearts would say of us, and not recalled,
Your voice, in hearing all, would speak itself from truth.
Upon that owned remark I would my ear to dwell
As day proceedeth long, and cloud-blue thresholds breathe
Of love not seen, but heard. (I feel as well this is
For most, for all to find: completion thus of soul.)
For only this attained could be for grounded soul:
What lives, and surely dies? I have by faith recalled
Of other lies withheld, a single right – that is,
Your record kept by Time, and hindered not by truth
As men and mem’ry are so often. And to breathe
Upon this sacred pain is to in danger dwell.
Upon indeed your soul shall hearts in ardor dwell
As long as you should breathe! And yet always recalled
Your soft, sweet grace, and truth will be, as my love is.