Not Only Rooms Wherein Thy Love Has Been

Not only rooms wherein thy Love has been
Hold still for thee the memory of her grace,
The benediction of her blessing face;
But other rooms that never saw thy Queen
Are full of her. Has not thy spirit seen
A vision of her in this firelit place,
That never knew the witchery of her ways,
The perfect voice, the eyes intense, serene?

Ah, stood she not before the mirror there,
Her loveliness all clothed in soft attire,
Then turned to thee, low-kneeling by this fire,
And laid a gracious hand upon thy hair.
While thy heart leaped to her, thy heart's desire,
And thy kiss praised her, and thy look was prayer?