In my love's house
There is a waterfall that flows all night
Down from the mountain summit where the snow
lies
White in the shimmering blue of everlasting
summer,
Down from the high crag where the eagle
flies.
At his threshold the tides of ocean rise,
And the porpoise follows the shoals into still
bays
Where starfish gleam on brown weed under still
water.
In sleep I was born here
And waking found rivers and waves my
servants,
Sun and cloud and winds, bird-messengers,
And all the flocks of his hills and shoals of his
seas.
I rest, in the heat of the day, in the light shadow
of leaves
And voices of air and water speak to me.
All this he has given me, whose face I have never
seen,
But into whose all-enfolding arms I sink in
sleep.
2 THE RING
He has married me with a ring, a ring of bright
water
Whose ripples travel from the heart of the
sea,
He has married me with a ring of light, the
glitter
Broadcast on the swift river,
He has married me with the sun's circle
Too dazzling to see, traces in summer sky.
He has crowned me with the wreath of white
cloud
That gathers on the snowy summit of the
mountain,
Ringed me round with the world-circling
wind,
Bound me to the whirlwind's centre.
He has married me with the orbit of the moon
And with the boundless circle of the stars,
With the orbits that measure years, months, days
and nights,
Set the tides flowing, Command the winds to travel
or be at rest.
At the ring's centre,
Spirit or angel troubling the still pool,
Causality not in nature,
Finger's touch that summons at a point, a
moment
Stars and planets, life and light
Or gathers cloud about an apex of cold,
Transcendent touch of love summons world to
being.