TRANSFIGURATION

Two feet apart, straight-limbed on the heathered hill

We lie, under the wavering haze

Of the sun, even as two logs that lie still

In the heart of a blaze.

Side by side we lie through the long

Late noon together;

On us the light wind stoops his strong,

Hot, sweet scents of heather.

No word breaks the air that smothers,

Lest we miss

The dull heart-beat of the earth below each other's,

And the soft kiss

Of breathless heather upon heather, while the sun

Beats on us encouraging the swiftening blood,

Till up the limbs and through the ears it run,

A thin, red singing flood.

Love hath put in me might,

That was so weak;

I am strong with light,

My senses seek

Something indefinable, afar;

They go wandering, and return....

With the light drunk off a star

They calmly burn,

Even as the immense sun burns on us

Till evening turns watery those beams of his;

And, rising from that joyance onerous,

I stoop a kiss

Lighter than the balls of fluff

The wind sways across the heath,

Though each invisible, hot puff

Scarce rocks a spray beneath.

I sit, and it is so still,

Now wind and sun have gone home,

I can almost hear distil

The dew in the gloam.

And from the clear and cool

Of the twilit air,

That is still as a pool

Iced over and bare,

I catch at length

The thought I have been searching for:

Did I absorb the sun's or just your strength,

Or Something More?