Heaven in Hell

If the dread all-seeing stars,Ringed Saturn and ruddy MarsAnd their companions all the sevenThat play before the lord of Heaven,Each blossoming nebula and allThe constellations, were to fallLow at my feet and worship me,Endow me with all sovrantyOf their wide kingdom of the blue —Yet I would not believe that youCould love me — If … Read more Heaven in Hell


As blazes forth through clouds the morning sun,So shines your soul, and I must veil my sightLest it be stricken to eternal nightBy too much seeing ere my song be done,And I must sing your body’s clouds that runTo hide you with their crimson, green and whiteAt sunset dawn and noon–and then the flightOf stars … Read more Daybreak


Sing all ye mouths of music, sing her praiseAll stars and birds and flowers, all lovely thingsLiving in Earth and Heaven, Eyes and WingsOf Cherubim and Seraphim that raiseVision and Love Eternal; all her waysFill with your music, let no wind that singsOf sorrow wither Joy’s young blossomings;Prepare her paths against the fateful daysWhen she … Read more Invocation

Your Songs

If I have you then I have everythingIn One, and that One nothing of them allNor all compunded, and within the wallBeneath the tower I wait to hear you sing:Love breathing low above the breast of Spring,Pressing her heart with baby heart and smallFrom baby lips love-syllables lets fallAnd strokes with gentle hand her quivering … Read more Your Songs

The Spark

Because I used to shunDeath and the mouth of hellAnd count my battle wonIf I should see the sunThe blood and smoke dispel, Because I used to prayThat living I might seeThe dawning light of daySet me upon my wayAnd from my fetters free, Because I used to seekYour answer to my prayerAnd that your … Read more The Spark

The Vigil of Love

Illa cantat: nos tacemus: quando ver venit meum?Quando fiam uti chelidon, ut tacere desinam?Perdidi Musam tacendo, nec me Phoebus repicit.Sic Amyclas, cum tacerent, redidit silentium.Cras amet qui nunquam amaviet: quique amavit cras amet. She sings, but we are silent: when shall SpringOf mine come to me? I as the swallow makeMe vocal, and this desolate … Read more The Vigil of Love

The Lions

Her hair’s the canopy of heaven,Her eyes the pools of healing are,Her words wild prophecies whose sevenThunders resound from star to star. Her hands and feet are jewels fineWrought for the edifice of all grace,Her breath inebriates like wine —The blinding beauty of her face Is lovelier than the primal lightAnd holds her lover’s pride … Read more The Lions