Faith Disquiet

"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because -- 
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer -- Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows -- and
Do not You -- 
And We know not -- 
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so -- 

The Lightning -- never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut -- when He was by -- 
Because He knows it cannot speak -- 
And reasons not contained -- 
 -- Of Talk -- 
There be -- preferred by Daintier Folk -- 

The Sunrise -- Sire -- compelleth Me -- 
Because He's Sunrise -- and I see -- 
Therefore -- Then -- 
I love Thee -- 

What if I say I shall not wait?
What if I burst the fleshly gate
And pass, escaped, to thee?
What if I file this mortal off,

See where it hurt me, - that's enough, -
And wade in liberty?
They cannot take us any more, -
Dungeons may call, and guns implore;

Unmeaning now, to me,
As laughter was an hour ago,
Or laces, or a travelling show,
Or who died yesterday!

If you were coming in the Fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed,
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen's land.

If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I'd toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time's uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.