Nay, brightest and most beautiful, deem naught These frantic words, the reckless wind of thought: Still stoop, still grant, — I live but in thy will; Be what thou wilt, but be a woman still! Vainly I cried, nor could myself believe That what I prayed for I would fain receive. My moon is set; my vision set with her; No more can worship vain my pulses stir. Goddess Triform, I own thy triple spell, My heaven's queen, - queen, too, of my 1887. 1 earth and hell! AUSPEX My heart, I cannot still it, Had they been swallows only, A moment, sweet delusion, 221 1888. Like birds the brown leaves hover; Before the wild confusion (1888.) 1 Parts of the poem were written much earlier. |