Joseph

If the stars fell; night's nameless dreamsOf bliss and blasphemy came true,If skies were green and snow were gold,And you loved me as I love you;

O long light hands and curled brown hair,And eyes where sits a naked soul;Dare I even then draw near and burnMy fingers in the aureole?

Yes, in the one wise foolish hourGod gives this strange strength to a man.He can demand, though not deserve,Where ask he cannot, seize he can.

But once the blood's wild wedding o'er,Were not dread his, half dark desire,To see the Christ-child in the cot,The Virgin Mary by the fire?