A FAERIE ROMANCE.
Now the nostrils open fearless,
Proud in calm unconsciousness. Sure it must he something peerless
That the great Pan would express! Deepens, crowds some meaning tender,
In the pure, dear lady-face. Lo, a blinding burst of splendour!—
'Tis the free soul's issuing grace.
Two calm lakes of molten glory
Circling round unfathomed deeps ! Lightning-flashes, transitory,
Cross the gulfs where darkness sleeps. This the gate, at last, of gladness,
To the outward-striving me: In a rain of light and sadness,
Out its loves and longings flee!
With a presence I am smitten
Dumb, with a foreknown surprise; Presence greater yet than written
Even in the glorious eyes-Through the gulfs, with inward gazes,
I may look till I am lost; Wandering deep in spirit-mazes,
In a sea without a coast.
Windows open to the glorious !
Time and space, oh, far beyond ! Woman, ah ! thou art victorious,
And I perish, overfond. Springs aloft the yet Unspoken
In the forehead's endless grace, Full of silences unbroken;
Infinite, unfeatured face.