I WISH , because the sweetness of your passing
— Makes all the earth a garden where you tread,
That I might be the meanest of your roses,
— To pave your path with petals passion-red!

I wish, because the softness of your breathing
— Stirs the white jasmine at your window frame,
That I might be the fragrance of a flower,
— To stir the night breeze with your dearest name!

I wish, because the glory of your dreaming
— Strews all the field of heaven with throbbing stars,
That I might storm the portals of your slumber,
— And soar with you beyond night's golden bars!

I wish to be the day you die, Beloved,
— Though at its close my foolish heart must break!
But most of all, I wish, my dearest darling,
— To be the Blessed Morning when you wake!