XXVI

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XXVI

I lived with visions for my company

Instead of men and women, years ago,

And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know

A sweeter music than they played to me.

But soon their trailing purple was not free

Of this world’s dust, their lutes did silent grow,

And I myself grew faint and blind below

Their vanishing eyes. Then thou didst come⁠—to be,

Beloved, what they seemed. Their shining fronts,

Their songs, their splendours⁠—better, yet the same,

As river-water hallowed into fonts⁠—

Met in thee, and from out thee overcame

My soul with satisfaction of all wants⁠—

Because God’s gifts put man’s best dreams to shame.