The Broken Wing/The Vision of Love

​8. The Vision of Love

O Love! my foolish heart and eyesHave lost all knowledge save of you,And everywhere—in blowing skiesAnd flowering earth—I find anewThe changing glory of your faceThe myriad symbols of your grace.
To my enraptured sight you areSovereign and sweet reality,The splendour of the morning star,The might and music of the sea,The subtle fragrance of the spring,Rich fruit of all Time's harvesting.
O Love! my foolish soul and senseHave lost all vision save of you, ​My sacred fount of sustenanceFrom which my spirit drinks anewSorrow and solace, hope and powerFrom life to life and hour to hour.
O poignant sword! O priceless crown,O temple of my woe and bliss!All pain is compassed by your frown,All joy is centred in your kiss.You are the substance of my breathAnd you the mystic pang of Death.
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