Sonnet to an Unknown Love.

Behind each sinking sun there stands a dawn,
Beneath each covered grave there is new life;
And once the gold has glinted, and is gone,
The Darkness cloaks so sweet, so cool, so rife
With bright and burst and love and calm and shine,
Immortal Bright, that bright which you become,
And, drowned in light, I fade in one brief fine,
A comet, blasted down by burning sun.
I dread your forest hair, your darkened skin,
I dread your eyes like kings upon their thrones,

Your graceful speech, your silver laugh, your kin;

I do not wish this pull towards all that home.
This life was once but grass and fireflies,
But now-unlove? To stop would be to die.