If I could purge your picture from my soul,
Love shed by that deep wound would fill the world,
Not like a tempest that is onward hurled
But gently, easing sadness, making whole
Men’s harms, who else in life’s wild torrents roll
Uncared for, hurt and hurting, while they’re whirled
Midst envy, loss and doubt; but you unfurled
Your life for me, your Beauty paid the toll
I owed to grief, so left my life with joy.
Each time we meet, you make my heart seem new
As when, bewitched by birdsong as a boy,
I walked enchanted through the morning dew;
I can forget that I’m but fate’s poor toy:
I only live because I live for you.