A Valentine

The hunter to the husbandman

Pays tribute since our love began,

And to love-loyalty dedicates

The phantom kills he meditates.

Let me embrace, embracing you,

Beauty of other shape and hue,

Odd glinting graces of which none

Shone more than candle to your sun,

Your well-kissed hand was beckoning me

In unfamiliar imagery—

Smile your forgiveness; each bright ghost

Dives in love’s glory and is lost,

Yielding your comprehensive pride

A homage, even to suicide.