By what word's power,the key of paths untrod,
Shall I the difficult deeps of Love explore,
Till parted waves of Song[43] yield up the shore
Even as that sea which Israel crossed dryshod?[44]
For lo!in some poor rhythmic period,
Lady,I fain would tell how evermore
Thy soul I know not from thy body,nor
Thee from myself,neither our love from God[45].
Yea,in God's name,and Love's,and thine,would I
Draw from one loving heart such evidence
As to all hearts all things shall signify[46]；
Tender as dawn's first hill-fire,and intense
As instantaneous penetrating sense,
In Spring's birth-hour,of other Springs gone by[47].
