The Golden Flower
So love grew up between us like a flower,
Though neither made a sign, or breathed a word,
Content to watch it growing hour by hour,
And see its petals by the breezes stirred.
At length it grew to such a breadth and height
It stood there like a mighty forest tree,
With thousand glorious petals golden-bright,
And I could not see you, nor you see me.
And so the flower, for both, is all-in all,
Though each is in the flower, the flower in each,
And each in each, for ever, past recall –
A mystery this, beyond the grasp of speech.