Poems (Bibesco)/XXXII
XXXII
The furthest wind that ever blew
Blows but to prove
That I have made no cage for you
Out of my love.
Blows but to prove
That I have made no cage for you
Out of my love.
No lock, no bolt, no key, no door,
The sky our roof, the sea our floor,
The air our scent, our cloak the light,
A liberty more free than flight,
A stillness that, outpacing pace,
Dismisses time and widens space,
A lamp of loneliness alight
In homage to the infinite—
So have I emptied in my pride
The world we knew,
Of all the colours that could hide
My love for you,
And the cold miracles that I denied
You have made true.
The sky our roof, the sea our floor,
The air our scent, our cloak the light,
A liberty more free than flight,
A stillness that, outpacing pace,
Dismisses time and widens space,
A lamp of loneliness alight
In homage to the infinite—
So have I emptied in my pride
The world we knew,
Of all the colours that could hide
My love for you,
And the cold miracles that I denied
You have made true.