Ebony and Crystal/To the Beloved
Appearance
TO THE BELOVED
Green suns, and suns of garnet I have known—Turning, with suns that mock the sapphire-gem,The constellated moons that mirror themTo ever-changing opals. On the flownHorizons I have followed, all alone,To meadows of mirage the deserts hem,Of roses of illusion, briefly blownBy evanescent waters. One by one,The outward ways of wonder I have trodThrough alien lives ineffable. But noneHath held the troublous marvel and surpriseThat gleams and trembles in thy slightest nod,Or sleeps between thy eyelids and thine eyes.