Classic Poem

Birds of our joy,
Irradiate, irradiate upward,
Upward opening like the fan of the sunrise till the sky is a burst
Of birds,
A storm of song ...

Wing higher,
Wing and wheel,
Dew-scatterers,
Sparkle-flingers!

O heavy with the night of sorrow,
My white-faced, my pale love,
Gather your moon-remembering hair in a glory about your head,
And put on the shining of your silks,
And turn and find me: my love, my love, I love you forever ...

I love you forever ... hear our wild birds bursting the grey twilight with the song-sun:
Hear my heart beating its refluent passion against the softness of your breasts:
My lips kiss the tear-memories that haunt the shadows of your eyes:
Droop no more, garland of my love, I kneel before you,
I bury my face in your hands and my soul in your soul ...

Sunrise mightily, splendidly, windily sweeps
Heaven clear of star-tears, earth clear of dew-tears ...
Old Age is bundled away to blue-veiled Eternity ...
Sorrow is dragged by the heels and flung in a canyon,
And somewhere our wet wild-rose is opening its petals on a grey rock
Where the sea booms and the foam flies and the golden oriole sings ...

And I love you forever ...
Bird of my joy and song-maker in the leafy boughs of my heart ...
I love you: I love you: O what can I sing but this,
Clasping you in my arms, drinking the beauty of your lips,
While we glow out into the singing sunrise, while we glow out,
The immortal lovers, the deathlessly in love.