I prayed for dawn, and dawn was thus received;
I saw the morning’s basin gently tipped
And spilled upon the blossom, splashed on leaves
Where dew-beads born of mist had, silent, dripped;
But dawn will pass, as I will pass, and all
Shall pass in time, when mortal sense
Is shrouded in the dusk of mourning halls,
And off shall slough the coil with a wince –
My coil first, I pray, that I may have
The darkness once again, and sightless see
The shadow-veiled circumference of love,
The twice-eclipsed circumference of me,
  Where I, and Love, shall trace the dawn’s depart
  To consubstantial shadows of the heart.