LUX E TENEBRIS

By Maurice Henry Hewlett

I thank all Gods that I can let thee go,

Lady, without one thought, one base desire

To tarnish that clear vision I gained by fire,

One stain in me I would not have thee know.

That is great might indeed that moves me so

To look upon thy Form, and yet aspire

To look not there, rather than I should mire

That wingéd Spirit that haunts and guards thy brow.

So now I see thee go, secure in this

That what I have is thee, that whole of thee

Whereof thy fair infashioning is sign:

For I see Honour, Love, and Wholesomeness,

And striving ever to reach them, and to be

As they, I keep thee still; for they are thine.