There came a day at summer’s full
\nEntirely for me;
\nI thought that such were for the saints,
\nWhere revelations be.<\/p>\n
The sun, as common, went abroad,
\nThe flowers, accustomed, blew,
\nAs if no soul the solstice passed
\nThat maketh all things new.<\/p>\n
The time was scarce profaned by speech;
\nThe symbol of a word
\nWas needless, as at sacrament
\nThe wardrobe of our Lord.<\/p>\n
Each was to each the sealed church,
\nPermitted to commune this time,
\nLest we too awkward show
\nAt supper of the Lamb.<\/p>\n
The hours slid fast, as hours will,
\nClutched tight by greedy hands;
\nSo faces on two decks look back,
\nBound to opposing lands.<\/p>\n
And so, when all the time had failed,
\nWithout external sound,
\nEach bound the other’s crucifix,
\nWe gave no other bond.<\/p>\n
Sufficient troth that we shall rise —
\nDeposed, at length, the grave —
\nTo that new marriage, justified
\nThrough Calvaries of Love!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"