XVI

All night my soul groped blindly in a dream

Through mazes of a mighty corridor,

Pillared between the stars; and my heart bore

Its youthful sorrow, calling for the gleam

Shed from your golden body like a beam

Sent from the sun — a beauty nevermore

Mine to behold, to have, to cherish, for

Faith's rule was ended and Doubt stood supreme!

All night my soul groped blindly till the dawn

Woke on the world with matin song of birds

And choral thunder of the wind upon

The mountains; while the trees chanted the words

Of an old litany that cried the grief

Of lovers sundered through their lost belief!