Beneath their sea, my tongue was tied by lies
That said I loved You not though love lived still,
And my false tongue denied Your clearer eyes
Which saw that love will always conquer will.
But now, as my soul’s mind in time has turned
To moments honed from diamonds, now I find
My love for You refracted and returned
In samite nights beside you in that blind
Long dark within which one light burns,
Which is Your love, and in such love I sleep
The deeper sleep of one whom to love turns
When, gasping like some being from the deep,
I first was flung upon Your wave-smoothed strand
And found beneath Your present sea my future land.