Page:The poems of Richard Watson Gilder, Gilder, 1908.djvu/34

6 For utter love of her, forever back

Into the shadows, which thrice darker were

Because her whiteness made their black more black!

A little while he waits, lest he should err.

Awhile he wonders, secretly.—Alack!

He could so gladly die or live for her.

V—LOVE GROWN BOLD

INTERLUDE

sun rose swift and sent a golden gleam

Across the moving waters to the land;

Then for a little while it seemed to stand

In a clear place, midway 'twixt sea and cloud;

Whence rising swift again it past behind

Full many a long and narrow cloud-wrought beam

Encased in gold unearthly, that was mined

From out the hollow caverns of the wind.