The Return I

Now into hearts long empty of the sun The morning comes again with golden light And all the shades of the half-dusk are done And all the crevices are suddenly bright. So gradually had love lain down to sleep, We knew it not ; but when we saw his head Pillowed and sunken in a trance so deep We whispered shuddering that he was dead. Then you like Psyche took the light and leant Over the monster lying in his place, Daring, despairing, trembling as you bent . . . But love raised up his new-awakening face And into our hearts long empty of the sun We felt the sky-distilled bright liquor run.