Sonnet XXX

I see thine image through my tears to-night,

And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How

Refer the cause?—Beloved, is it thou

Or I? Who makes me sad? The acolyte

Amid the chanted joy and thankful rite,

May so fall flat, with pale insensate brow,

On the altar-stair. I hear thy voice and vow

Perplexed, uncertain, since thou'rt out of sight,

As he, in his swooning ears, the choir's amen!

Beloved, dost thou love? or did I see all

The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when

Too vehement light dilated my ideal

For my soul's eyes? Will that light come again,

As now these tears come... falling hot and real?