On Intimacy with Mysterious Moment

99. On Intimacy with Mysterious Moment




Hath I known the time

When the sleep came

Over me like the name;

Thou great mystery infinite!

With that instant to ignite,

I could light small rhyme :

First maiden to be kissed firstly,

Or, ye lightening sky briskly

To quench the thirst of yore

Eagerly awaiting first downpour.

Me doth but fail,

Like a disappointed lover hail

The start of love days :

Gaze first, first meet,—

Time caught in crazy ways,

Again but sadness beat

Its unlyrical, unrhymed tomber,

Lost is that instant

In noise huge of the bomber.