"Whitsuntide"
While sounding tides that swell my heavy heart
For channels merged in memory’s silent sea,
On sudden squalls a Siren’s song imparts
Her wanton lilt and haunts my reverie.
Then storm clouds wind about my wavèd browAnd clap my dreams in storm-begotten skies,
Till pitching blindly, I’m at last allowed
A slip of hope you tender with your eyes.
For then, upon a shingled beach I land
(Where once I battled bacchantes all the while)
Now, starry winks bejewel the scalloped strand;
You’ve borne a trust of Beauty in your smile.
No longer need I sound in inflamed seas,
Since Grace that stills the firestorm harbors me.
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