An Invocation

O thou my love! my queen! my life! my all!
By these my songs, and every song a cry;
By all love's hopes and fears; by every sigh
Of joy and sorrow; by the rise and fldl
Of breasts drawn close together; by the thrall
Grief weaves about me; by what shall not die, —
The cherished anguish of thy memory, —
I do beseech thee, hear me when I call.

Hear me, O my belovfed, if thy soul
Hear anything at all in that dim place.
My path is steep, — my path without a goal, —
I never more may meet thee face to face;
And all the prayer then of my life is this,
To gain, in dreams, one dear accomplished kiss..