Poems (Bibesco)/XXXIII
XXXIII
You who taught the sun his lightAnd rolled the darkness into night,Who gave the air her libertyAnd curled the currents of the sea;You who turbaned gentian skiesWith clouds of fleecy fineries,Whose icy vision could imposeHer perfect transcience on a rose;You who found a baby's hueFor Heaven; and chose an empty blueWith-which to save the infiniteFrom the bombardment of our sight;You who taught music how to pryInto a whisper's melody,And gave the sunbeams cause to claimShadow as the true home of flame;You from whom I learnt to blessThe unencumbered lonelinessThat love must give and love must take,You who taught my heart to breakAnd to cry out, while it was breaking,"This is not sleeping, this is waking,"In a mood of mockeryOne day you gave myself to me!