Bring me back to my stream of delight
To build my brittle weir against the flood of blight;
Lingered in time just before your first sight,
Beyond thy perfume, beyond thy old beauty,
When colours, on branches, danced vivid and bright.
To the verge of thy glimpse poking my heart,
Before thy smile could settle, then peacefully migrate.
I beseech you to stay at that distance and wait.
Stay at that distance and wait- in haste.
Till I close eyes on the relics of my guardian gate,
Till I relive thy delicate presence and tolerate.
Till mirrors echo thy serene pale light.
Till I fold my weird tales of glory,
Only then pass through my soul Mary.