First Love, Part Two

A universe of pleasure Our bodies were, our minds; We freed ourselves past measure, Then sought a deed that binds. And though such deeds devour Until all flesh have rest, Our minds, that never tired, Were each to each addressed. I questioned her, she answered; We disagreed, and laughed. Then word to word was mirrord And we held ourselves _not_ half. Her strange bright eyes and body, Her shimmering burst of hair, Her silver globes of sweetness, Her golden lyre fair. And then, ah, yes, that silence--- No touch, no sigh, no moan--- Only Time not passing, But I and my Love alone. Such, then, so much, and not lesser, Our triumphing love at-first-sight; And now, as the tide goes ebbing, I'm standing up glad and light. So, as these waves slide outward, Now, as these winds depart, I'll steer out a song far southward To the singer who has my heart. O searing Love divinest, Who art holier than pride; O Worthiest and Wisest, Whose heart is in my side, Thy "Yea" to me be taken, And so my "Yea" to Thee, That o'er this earth, sea-shaken, Sad days shall no more be.