The Sign

Last night I felt your kisses on my face.Softer than April fall of wind-flowers;Sweeter than summer rain upon the grass;Sweeter than the light wind, that in the SouthWakes, and in groves of myrrh and cassia stirs.I bent with parted lips to kiss your mouth—Straightway there fell a fine thin veil between.There stood the trees in level rows,The sunlight filled the trembling greenOf the leaf-sea, in the fair close.

By these straight boles, under these slender boughs,Throughout the days of midsummer, I standUntil God part the veil with shining handAnd show me where you sit within His houseHolding the seven-sparred star, whose name is Love.The time, though long, I know comes fast apaceBecause of the sweet sign your told'st me of,—Last night I felt your kisses on my face.