Chalices

Tall lilies ranged in quires around us in the room
Where of Fate's careful hands at last we came to meet;
After long years we rose as spirits of fresh plume.
And standing, side by side, smiled at our love's defeat.

Beside us, yet, it seemed, below us and removed.
Freeing us as the slave that keeps his master free,
Those twain, each dearer than our liberty
Of whom Love, breaking on us, found us fast beloved.