O braided dusks of the oak
and woven shades of the vine
while the riotous noon-day sun
of the june day long did shine
You held me fast in your heart
I held you fast in mine
while the riotous noon-day sun
of the june day long did shine
Beautiful glooms soft dusks
in the noon-day fire
wildwood privacies
closets of lone desire
chamber from chamber parted
with wavering arras of leaves
cells for the passionate pleasure
of prayer to the soul that grieves
And when terror and shrinking
and dreary unnamable pain
drew over me out of the merciless miles
the merciless miles of the plain
Oh now unafraid
I am fain to face
that sweet face of space
the vast sweet face of space
To the edge of the wood I am drawn
to the edge of the wood I am drawn
where the gray beach glimmering runs
as a belt of the dawn
where the gray beach glimmering runs
as a belt of the dawn
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