39 - CHALICE

Chalice of my communion
        With the lost thing that gleams!
Communion‑bond of union
        Between me and my dreams!
O chalice of love's most!
In thy wine, earth's wine's ghost
        To lips that are God's flowers,
My soul has dipped the host
        Of my diviner hours.

My lips are as lips kissed.
        My sad soul happy sings.
O shining through the mist
        Of tremulous angels' wings!
I feel me God's moon's node,
A child again, outside life's road,
        Remembering how I found me
When I awoke from God
        And felt the world around me.