With thee our Talmud problems good and evil,
Till startled by the risen stars o'er Seville.
iii.
For on the Synagogue's high-pillared porch
Thou didst hold session, till the sudden sun
Beyond day's purple limit dropped his torch.
Then we, as dreamers, woke, to find outrun
Time's rapid sands. The flame that may not scorch.
Our hearts caught from thine eyes, thou Shining One.
I scent not yet sweet lemon-groves in flower,
But I re-breathe the peace of that deep hour.
iv.
"We kissed the sacred borders of thy gown,
Brow-aureoled with thy blessing, we went forth
Through the hushed byways of the twilight town.
Then in all life but one thing seemed of worth,
To seek, find, love the Truth. She set her crown
Upon thy head, our Master, at thy birth ;
She bade thy lips drop honey, fired thine eyes
With the unclouded glow of sun- steeped skies.
v.
Forgive me, if I dwell on that which, viewed
From thy new vantage^ound, must seem a mist
Of error, by auroral youth endued
With alien lustre. Still in me subsist
