I FORGOT myself for a moment, and I came. But raise your eyes, and let me know if there still linger some shadow of other days, like a pale cloud on the horizon that has been robbed of its rain. For a moment bear with me if I forget myself. The roses are still in bud; they do not yet know how we neglect to gather flowers this summer. The morning star has the same palpitating hush; the early light is enmeshed in the branches that overbrow your window, as in those other days. That times are changed I forget for a little, and have come. I forget if you ever shamed me by looking away when I bared my heart. I only remember the words that stranded on the tremor of your lips; I remember in your dark eyes sweeping shadows of passion, like the wings of a home-seeking bird in the dusk. I forget that you do not remember, and I come.
THE WALL BREAKS asunder, light, like divine laughter, bursts in. Victory, 0 Light! The heart of the night is pierced! With your flashing sword cut in twain the tangle of doubt and feeble desires! Victory! Come, Implacable! Come, you who are terrible in your whiteness. 0 Light, your drum sounds in the march of fire, and the red torch is held on high; death dies in a burst of splendour!
