| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920. 1920. |
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| Transformation |
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| LOVE, we have dipped Life’s humble bread | |
| Into the stars’ flame-bubbling springs; | |
| We’ve knelt before the Moon’s white face, | |
| While around us whirred Night’s purple wings. | |
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| Love, we have trod the floors of Morn, | 5 |
| And watched Dawn’s reeling galleons die; | |
| The sunset’s panoramic hills— | |
| Love, we have known them, you and I. | |
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| Upon the battlements of Time | |
| We stood and heard Life’s thunders roar: | 10 |
| A million ticking years that swelled | |
| The crashing notes of millions more. | |
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| Our hearts have germinated sweet | |
| To beauty through each golden hour; | |
| But now the bloom-time days are past, | 15 |
| The stalk is fading with the flower. | |
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| And we shall seek earth’s simple things: | |
| A roof-tree small, a green-thatched fire— | |
| Come, Love, and lay your cherished dreams | |
| Beneath the touch of my desire. | 20 |
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| We could not climb the Infinite, | |
| The jagged heights were steep and long; | |
| For us child-wistfulness and sleep— | |
| Old twilight memories and song. | |
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| Love, is it here that we shall wend, | 25 |
| Down homelit paths, grown gently wise? | |
| Perhaps your eyes, made glad of earth, | |
Shall find the Key to Paradise.
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