And in this garden sloping to the sea
I dwelt ( it seemed ) to watch a pageant pass,—
Great Kings, their armour strong with iron and brass,
Young Queens, with yellow hair bound wonderfully.
For love's sake, and because of love's decree,
Most went, I knew; and so the flowers and grass
Knew my steps also: yet I wept Alas,
Deeming the garden surely lost to me.
But as the days went over, and still our feet
Trod the warm, even places, I knew well
( For I, as they, followed the close-heard beat
Of Love's wide wings who was her sentinel )
That here had Beauty built her citadel
And only we should reach her mercy-seat.