ENVOINow that the hour has come, and under the lonelyDarkness I stumble at the doors of death,It is not hope, nor faithThat here my spirit sustaineth, but love only.In visions, in love: only there have I clutched at divinity:But the vision fadeth; yet love fades not: and for thisI would have you know that your kissWas more to me than all my hopes of infinity.Therein you made me divine ... you, who were moon and sun for me,You, for whose beauty I would have forsaken the splendour of the starsAnd my shadowy avatarsRenounced: for there is nothing in the world you have not done for me.So that when at length all sentient skill hath forsaken me,And the bright world beats vainly on my consciousness,Your beauty shineth no less:And even if I were dead I think your shadow would awaken me.*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOKPOEMS***
ENVOI
Now that the hour has come, and under the lonelyDarkness I stumble at the doors of death,It is not hope, nor faithThat here my spirit sustaineth, but love only.In visions, in love: only there have I clutched at divinity:But the vision fadeth; yet love fades not: and for thisI would have you know that your kissWas more to me than all my hopes of infinity.Therein you made me divine ... you, who were moon and sun for me,You, for whose beauty I would have forsaken the splendour of the starsAnd my shadowy avatarsRenounced: for there is nothing in the world you have not done for me.So that when at length all sentient skill hath forsaken me,And the bright world beats vainly on my consciousness,Your beauty shineth no less:And even if I were dead I think your shadow would awaken me.
Now that the hour has come, and under the lonelyDarkness I stumble at the doors of death,It is not hope, nor faithThat here my spirit sustaineth, but love only.
Now that the hour has come, and under the lonely
Darkness I stumble at the doors of death,It is not hope, nor faith
Darkness I stumble at the doors of death,
It is not hope, nor faith
That here my spirit sustaineth, but love only.
In visions, in love: only there have I clutched at divinity:But the vision fadeth; yet love fades not: and for thisI would have you know that your kissWas more to me than all my hopes of infinity.
In visions, in love: only there have I clutched at divinity:
But the vision fadeth; yet love fades not: and for thisI would have you know that your kiss
But the vision fadeth; yet love fades not: and for this
I would have you know that your kiss
Was more to me than all my hopes of infinity.
Therein you made me divine ... you, who were moon and sun for me,You, for whose beauty I would have forsaken the splendour of the starsAnd my shadowy avatarsRenounced: for there is nothing in the world you have not done for me.
Therein you made me divine ... you, who were moon and sun for me,
You, for whose beauty I would have forsaken the splendour of the starsAnd my shadowy avatars
You, for whose beauty I would have forsaken the splendour of the stars
And my shadowy avatars
Renounced: for there is nothing in the world you have not done for me.
So that when at length all sentient skill hath forsaken me,And the bright world beats vainly on my consciousness,Your beauty shineth no less:And even if I were dead I think your shadow would awaken me.
So that when at length all sentient skill hath forsaken me,
And the bright world beats vainly on my consciousness,Your beauty shineth no less:
And the bright world beats vainly on my consciousness,
Your beauty shineth no less:
And even if I were dead I think your shadow would awaken me.
*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOKPOEMS***