Voyages IV

Whose counted smile of hours and days, suppose

I know as spectrum of the sea and pledge

Vastly now parting gulf on gulf of wings

Whose circles bridge, I know, (from palms to the severe

Chilled albatross's white immutability)

No stream of greater love advancing now

Than, singing, this mortality alone

Through clay aflow immortally to you.

All fragrance irrefragably, and claim

Madly meeting logically in this hour

And region that is ours to wreathe again,

Portending eyes and lips and making told

The chancel port and portion of our June-

Shall they not stem and close in our own steps

Bright staves of flowers and quills today as I

Must first be lost in fatal tides to tell?

In signature of the incarnate word

The harbor shoulders to resign in mingling

.Mutual blood, transpiring as foreknown

And widening noon within your breast for gathering

All bright insinuations that my years have caught

For islands where must lead inviolably

Blue latitudes and levels of your eyes,-

In this expectant, still exclaim receive

The secret oar and petals of all love.