IV

Only joy now

Come like music

Falling clear from strings of light;

Come like shadow

Drinking up late sunrays,

Come like moonrays sweeping the round night.

See how night is

Opening flowerlike:

Open so thy bosom to me.

See how earth falls

Easeful into silence:

Let my moth-wing'd thought so fall on thee.

While the lamp's beam

Primrose golden

Now is like a shifting spear

Borne in battle,

Seen awhile then hidden,

Bold then beaten — now long lost, and here!