Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire.

Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire.

Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart's ease.

There lived a singer in France of old By the tideless dolorous midland sea. In a land of sand and rain and gold There shone one woman, and none but she.

And lo, between the sundawn and the sun His day's work and his night's work are undone: And lo, between the nightfall and the light, He is not, and none knoweth of such an one.

Hope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor fear whether hope be blind as she.

Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean.