O braided dusks of the oak 
and woven shades of the vine 
while the riotous noon-day sun 
of the june day long did shine 

You held me fast in your heart 
I held you fast in mine 
while the riotous noon-day sun 
of the june day long did shine 

Beautiful glooms soft dusks 
in the noon-day fire 
wildwood privacies 
closets of lone desire 
chamber from chamber parted 
with wavering arras of leaves 
cells for the passionate pleasure 
of prayer to the soul that grieves 

And when terror and shrinking 
and dreary unnamable pain 
drew over me out of the merciless miles 
the merciless miles of the plain 

Oh now unafraid 
I am fain to face 
that sweet face of space 
the vast sweet face of space 

To the edge of the wood I am drawn 
to the edge of the wood I am drawn 
where the gray beach [bad word] 
as a belt of the dawn 
where the gray beach [bad word] 
as a belt of the dawn