Love

Do you realize?
A meaning perfumed by longing,
that moans in my depths and clamors in its moaning,
that rages feverish and storms within the ribs
and wafts abroad!..
Something dearer than bliss,
more beloved than the fragrance of hope,
in that faithful heart —
No! I once had a faithful heart!
Do you realize —
this is the buried love,
poured out from the heart of God
as a joyous melody,
to usher in the breaths of life
as fragrance and sweet perfume,
and to shade the far corners of hearts
with a tune — you would equal its ring,
if only you would listen!

It is a breath that was — and so perfume came, fluttering of wing,
... and I took from your eyes a mirror in which I see —
I see my buried love.
And when parting tyrannizes over me one day and sets my wounds aflame,
I drown, my brow afire,
for across the virgin timelessness I await certainty —
and behold, it was you
— O radiant splendor! —
who looked out from the eyelid of certainty!
And I took from your eyes a mirror in which I see my buried love!