Sonnet 30 - I see thine image through my tears to-night
I see thine image through my tears to-night,And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. HowRefer the cause?—Beloved, is it thouOr I, who makes me sad? The acolyteAmid the chanted joy and thankful riteMay so fall flat, with pale insensate brow,On the altar-stair. I hear thy voice and vow,Perplexed, uncertain, since thou art out of sight,As he, in his swooning ears, the choir's Amen.Beloved, dost thou love? or did I see allThe glory as I dreamed, and fainted whenToo vehement light dilated my ideal,For my soul's eyes? Will that light come again,As now these tears come—falling hot and real?
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