The Sum Of Things, To Another Woman

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Title:     The Sum Of Things, To Another Woman
Author: Rachel Annand Taylor [More Titles by Taylor]

Well, I am tired, who fared to divers ends,
And you are not, who kept the beaten path;
But mystic Vintagers have been my friends,
Even Love and Death and Sin and Pride and Wrath.
Wounded am I, you are immaculate;
But great Adventurers were my starry guides:
From God's Pavilion to the Flaming Gate
Have I not ridden as an immortal rides?
And your dry soul crumbles by dim degrees
To final dust quite happily, it appears,
While all the sweetness of her nectaries
Can only stand within my heart like tears.
O throbbing wounds, rich tears, and splendour spent,--
Ye are all my spoil, and I am well content.

[The end]
Rachel Annand Taylor's poem: Sum Of Things, To Another Woman

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