08.01.2016, 18:18
HOW came I that loved stars, moon, and flame,
And unimaginable wind and sea,
All inner shrines and temples of the free,
Legends and hopes and golden books of fame;
I that upon the mountain carved my name
With cliffs and clouds and eagles over me,
how came I to stoop to loving thee
I that had never stooped before to shame?
'twas not thee! Too eager of a white
Far beauty and a voice to answer mine,
Myself I built an image of delight,
Which all one purple clay I deemed divine
And when it vanished in the fiery night,
I lost not thee, nor any shape of thine.
And unimaginable wind and sea,
All inner shrines and temples of the free,
Legends and hopes and golden books of fame;
I that upon the mountain carved my name
With cliffs and clouds and eagles over me,
how came I to stoop to loving thee
I that had never stooped before to shame?
'twas not thee! Too eager of a white
Far beauty and a voice to answer mine,
Myself I built an image of delight,
Which all one purple clay I deemed divine
And when it vanished in the fiery night,
I lost not thee, nor any shape of thine.