Poems (Hinchman)/Beloved, when I reach my hands

by Anne Hinchman

XVI AMOR ERRANS

Beloved, when I reach my handsAcross the cloudy, star-blown night,I hear across the shifting sandsThe murmuring sea, and my delightBecomes a fear; the empty hallsThat God built of the æon's wasteGive back the sound of my footfalls.My heart, lest now I die, oh haste,Haste, heart, unto the higher hillThat nearer is the myriad stars,And on the mountains, till time kill,Wander among the cloudy bars;Or till love come, and coming callFrom out the wilderness of space:Gather no more thy briars tall,For thou art gather'd in their place.