III

If I could tell why, when you look at me,

Dreams that have visited half wakeful nights

Re-form and shape themselves, and Pisgah-sights

Fill one far valley to a purple sea;

And white-domed cities rise with porphyry,

Jacinth and sapphire gates, beneath the heights,

Rose-flamed within the dawn where Phoebus smites

Earth with his heel — claiming its lord to be;

Then would you know what my heart seeks to say

And falters ere sufficient words be found:

How all the voiceless night and vocal day

Love looks on you and trembles into sound;

Love longs and pleads for his one moment's bliss —

You and him mingled in a silent kiss.