THE SIGN
Last night I felt your kisses on my face,
Softer than April fall of wind-flowers;
Sweeter than summer rain upon the grass;
Sweeter than the light wind, that in the South
Wakes, and in groves of myrrh and cassia stirs.
I bent with parted lips to kiss your mouth—
Straightway there fell a fine thin veil between.
There stood the trees in level rows,
The sunlight filled the trembling green
Of the leaf-sea, in the fair close.
By these straight boles, under these slender boughs,
Throughout the days of midsummer, I stand
Until God part the veil with shining hand
And show me where you sit within His house
Holding the seven-sparred star, whose name is Love.
The time, though long, I know comes fast apace
Because of the sweet sign you told’st me of,—
Last night I felt your kisses on my face.