Page:The roamer and other poems (1920).djvu/159

Rh V

the lyre, and marry voice and song

Upon the hills, the valley, and the plain,

And in Apollo's bosom have I lain;

Wherefore I, too, unto that band belong,

Whose momentary music echoes long,

And like a brook doth to its stones complain;

I am acquainted with a lover's pain,

And circumstance, and injury, and wrong.

Lo, the felicity I witness of!

Dante and Petrarch all unenvied go

From star to star, upward, all heavens above,

The grave forgot, forgot the eternal woe;

Though glorified, their love was human love,

One unto one: a greater love I know.