Phases [poem by Marie E. J. Pitt]

[Editor: This poem by Marie E. J. Pitt was published in The Horses of the Hills and Other Verses (1911).]

Phases.

Just a flush of pleasure
And a flash of pain
For a half-guessed treasure
Found and lost again:
Faery fancies flocking,
Hopes and fears astart,
That’s when Love comes knocking —
Knocking at the heart.

Just the glad surrender
To a power that rings
Earthward from the tender
Godward heart of things:
God’s own hands a-swinging
Heaven’s gates apart,
That’s when Love is singing —
Singing in the heart.

Gold of lost Septembers
Blown across the grey,
Hope’s dead camp-fires’ embers,
Ghosts beside the way:
Mute the lyre, unlifted,
Sad the skies athwart,
That’s when love has drifted —
Drifted from the heart.

Source:
Marie E. J. Pitt, The Horses of the Hills and Other Verses, Melbourne: Specialty Press, 1911, page 108