Lover's Diary

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0028" id="link2H_4_0028"></SPAN></p> <br/> <h2> THE SEALING </h2> <p>But yestermorn my marshalled hopes were held<br/> Upon the verge of august pilgrimage;<br/> To-day I am as birds that leave the cage<br/> To seek green fastnesses they knew of eld;<br/> <br/> To-day I am as one who hides his face<br/> Within his golden beaver, and whose hand<br/> Clenches with pride his tried and conquering brand,<br/> Ay, as a hunter mounted for the chase.<br/> <br/> For, see: upon my lips I carry now<br/> A touch that speaks reveille to my soul;<br/> I have a dispensation large enow<br/> <br/> To enfold the world and circumscribe each pole.<br/> Slow let me speak it: From her lips and brow<br/> I took the gifts she only could endow.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />