179. The Wind Bloweth Where It Listeth

MY HEART lies light in my own breast

That yesterday in yours found rest.

Indeed, beloved, I would stay

With you to-day as yesterday;

But oh! the being comes and goes,

The spirit is a wind that blows.

Though lip to lip no more we press

Our spirits feel that tenderness

That woke within us here and fled

To its own heaven overhead.

It sits there in a starry place,

With looks of longing on its face

And beckons us to mount and find

The love that fled upon the wind.

Not the old wayward child to see

But some bright-haired divinity.