IV

Only joy now Come like music Falling clear from strings of light; Come like shadow

Drinking up late sunrays, Come like moonrays sweeping the round night. See how night is Opening flowerlike:

Open so thy bosom to me. See how earth falls Easeful into silence: Let my moth-wing'd thought so fall on thee.

While the lamp's beam Primrose golden Now is like a shifting spear Borne in battle,

Seen awhile then hidden, Bold then beaten — now long lost, and here!