XIII. SUPREME REPOSE
I
Now all old storms of passionate emotion
Are no more stirred.
It is as if the whole Atlantic ocean
Loved one sea-bird!
II
It is as if the wild unbroken anguish
That surged through me
Had found new peaceful wings that droop and languish
O'er summer sea.
III
Old thoughts, old dreams, in thee have found their haven,
And deep repose
Sinks o'er the heart upon whose walls are graven
Strange prints of woes.
IV
Upon me rest unutterable falleth
When thou art near:
Peace from the heaven of heavens with soft voice calleth
When thee I hear.
V
Not even a kiss I ask: I only covet
That I may weep.
Thine heart I ask; but just that I may love it
And fall asleep.
