A Song's Message

To her to whom all sweetnesses belong,
In whom all deep and opposite charms unite,
Who is at once the shadow and the light,
I send my pilgrim song.

Say unto her how I am fain to be
Where she is, who is all my life's desire,
For whom my love is pure as vestal fire,
And deep as the deep sea.

Say unto those whom now she moves among, —
"Though for a while you in her days have part,
Ye have no habitation in her heart.
As I, a Uttle song."

Yet be thou humble, song, for her dear sake,
Knowing thou hast no grace at all but this, —
To sing of her for whose transcendent kiss
Hearts of all men might break.