IN EMPTY COURTS
HIS love is warm and constant as the sun,
Like sunlight in the outer spaces spent,
In empty courts where tumbling fountains run,
And flowers bloom, and he is well content.
Like sunlight in the outer spaces spent,
In empty courts where tumbling fountains run,
And flowers bloom, and he is well content.
To you my heart must turn for all its light—
Alas, the grudging taper that you give:
So small to make the inner temple bright,
So dim to give the glow by which I live.
Alas, the grudging taper that you give:
So small to make the inner temple bright,
So dim to give the glow by which I live.
He is the sun, for all the world to mark,
So warm and fair he shines nor understands
That I must still be crouching in the dark,
Shielding a little flame with loving hands.
So warm and fair he shines nor understands
That I must still be crouching in the dark,
Shielding a little flame with loving hands.