O BRIGHT and terrible Love,
   From the depths of your bitter sea,
I turn my eyes to your planet above,
Tender and luminous, O Love —
   And its splendour healeth me.
Tender and large you swim into sight,
   A Lotus, a lamp of liquid light.
You lean on the sunset and draw the night
   As the night draws the sea.
Your tide is bitter, O terrible Love,
   In which I sink and drown,
But large and luminous, high above,
   Your planet still looks down,
And the bitter waves that go over me
   Are bright with your serenity.