A Pair of Lovers in the Street

A Pair of Lovers in the Street (in Short Poetry Collection 092 ) A PAIR of lovers in the street! I dare not with reverence meet My unforgetting heart I cheat. Ah, God, spare me—so soon again At the barred door to beat in vain, And find their dalliance such fierce pain! I, yearning up from Hell’s abyss, See, dreaming through their worlds of bliss, This Dante and his Beatrice! For these the distant goal have won For which God made the plasm and sun; His patient labouring is done. For these each Spring has been a bride, And lonely worlds were spawned and died. Chaos for them in birth-throes cried. Far out in seas of Space forlorn This crescent wave was slowly born That thunders on the beach of morn. Ah, they, so soon to be meshed in The web of splendour, silken-thin, The nebulae were set to spin! Up the long path from joy to joy Love led the way. Can aught destroy The task that was the stars’ employ? Their ecstasy to God is more Than Lucifer at Heaven’s door Entreating pardon for his war.