Poems (Bibesco)/XXXII
XXXII
The furthest wind that ever blew Blows but to proveThat 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 alightIn 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.