The Lost Disciple + 

O Master, I can not adventure with thee; + 

At the Door of the Dawn, in my lone wandering, + 

I have broken my staff; for the true dawn is she + 

Who comes every day with her jar to the spring. + 

Ay, Master, I tarried last night at the gate + 

Of her garden, which kisses the Lake Galilee; + 

She was gathering flowers and fruits for the Fete, + 

And with tulips and poppies she beckoned to me. + 

In her lamp there was oil, in my hand there was fire; + 

In her house cried a voice, “O make haste with the flame!” + 

On my lips were the names of the daughters of Tyre, + 

On her breast were the lilies that whispered thy name. + 

I have dared, O my Master, to envy thy feet, + 

And to yearn for the love of a Magdalen fair; + 

I have dreamed that mine, too, in the heart of the street, + 

Were laved with her own hands and dried with her hair. + 

O Master, my lips her devotion have stained, + 

For her soul’s precious ointments were offered too late; + 

I have lost in the fire of my lust what I gained + 

In my longing and love for her love and thy fate. + 