I, trusting that the truly sweet <br />Would still be sweetly found the true, <br />Sang, darkling, taught by heavenly heat, <br />Songs which were wiser than I knew. <br />To the unintelligible dream <br />That melted like a gliding star, <br />I said: ‘We part to meet, fair Gleam! <br />You are eternal, for you are.’ <br />To Love's strange riddle, fiery writ <br />In flesh and spirit of all create, <br />‘Mocker,’ I said, ‘of mortal wit, <br />Me you shall not mock. I can wait.’<br /><br />Coventry Patmore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-retrospect/
