Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, 
   But as the meaning of all things that are; 
   A breathless wonder, shadowing forth afar 
Some heavenly solstice hushed and halcyon; 
Whose unstirred lips are music's visible tone; 
   Whose eyes the sun-gate of the soul unbar, 
   Being of its furthest fires oracular;--- 
The evident heart of all life sown and mown. 

Even such Love is; and is not thy name Love? 
   Yea, by thy hand the Love-god rends apart 
   All gathering clouds of Night's ambiguous art; 
Flings them far down, and sets thine eyes above; 
And simply, as some gage of flower or glove, 
   Stakes with a smile the world against thy heart.