Poems (Bibesco)/XXII
XXII
The watchful stars locked up the sky,And kept the secret of the nightFar from the pride of mortal eye,The pride that seeks the infinite.
The silver current tugged the stream,And would not let the waters be,Both Heaven and Hell broke up my dreamWith taunts of immortality.
The lily's bells rung out the spring,And banished every daffodil;A siren heard a skylark sing,And so decided to be still.
But when you came the darkness fellTo cloak you from each prying star;For once united, Heaven and HellIn seeing you forgot to spar.
The current ceased to nag the stream,The water quietly took your face,And held it mirrored in a dream,A drowning dream which left no trace.
And seeing you, the daffodilsSaid to the lilies: "This is spring."The lilies murmured: "She fulfilsSummer's eternal blossoming."
And hearing you, a nightingaleAverred: "The song I now shall singWill curse the silences that failTo herald your awakening."
You came to me, I shut my eyes,Begging that God might give me graceBlindly to see the paradiseHe had confided to your face.