The White Statue

I love you, silent statue! for your sakeMy songs in prayer upreachFrail hands of flame-like speechThat some mauve-silver twilight you may wake!

I love you more than swallows love the south,As sunflowers turn and turnTowards the sun, I yearnTo press warm lips against your cold white mouth!

I love you more than scarlet skirted dawn,At sight of whose spread wingsThe great world wakes and sings;Forgetful of the long, vague dark withdrawn.

I love you most at purple sunsetting:When night with feverish eyesComes up the fading skies,I love you with a passion past forgetting.