The Spell
by Gerald Gould
Before the night was cloven
Or morning's spears aflame,
I knew the spell was woven
To bind the day that came:
It seemed the great earth trembled,
The wind was strange and shy,
The ancient seas dissembled
Their lone and boding cry;
And, as the sap that rises
Disturbs the heart of spring,
The sense of near surprises
Made all my pulses sing.
Blind hope and phantom warning
Are vaguely touched with fire—
My heart has faced the morning,
Desiring to desire!
And now the hills have framed you,
Advancing careless yet,
And now my lips have named you,
And now my hands have met.
Oh light of eyes uplifted!
Oh pang of love begun!
Our wandering lives have drifted
How strangely into one!