XXV

There are so many things to say and do

After that moment of our breathless bliss

When separation ends upon a kiss,

And I have passed the dreary spaces through.

Words as of one long leashed by silence who

Finds tongue at last, and, eager, would not miss

Fulfilment of ten thousand fancies; this

Must follow my first swift embrace of you.

Secure within the palaces of thought,

And guarded by my soul as with a sword,

These fancies are; no curious eyes have caught

Their gleam and glory: you alone, Adored,

May enter the uplifted gates of gold

To hear and see what never has been told.