Mortal
Once clear and white the mortal woman came
And softly filled the silent yearning room
With a superb exuberance of bloom,
A force of sweetness burning like a flame.
My soul leapt forth, her passionate soul to claim:
A sense as of her presence smote the gloom:
I saw her eyes, and heard her lips say, " Come! "
I rose, and almost called her by her name.
She filled the room; and, as for me, I wept
And closed my eyes and opened them again
To find her still before me, — then I slept:
But through my sleep I felt upon my brain
Her hands drip gently like a roseleaf rain,
Conscious of the unending watch she kept.
And softly filled the silent yearning room
With a superb exuberance of bloom,
A force of sweetness burning like a flame.
My soul leapt forth, her passionate soul to claim:
A sense as of her presence smote the gloom:
I saw her eyes, and heard her lips say, " Come! "
I rose, and almost called her by her name.
She filled the room; and, as for me, I wept
And closed my eyes and opened them again
To find her still before me, — then I slept:
But through my sleep I felt upon my brain
Her hands drip gently like a roseleaf rain,
Conscious of the unending watch she kept.
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