Love’s Pedestal

He who hath announced me.
He who hath said, "This is enough,"
When he hath lain his hands
Upon the cloth of the loom;
He who is assured; he who with
Sure hands hath lain the cloth before him,
And converted it unto a raiment,
And hath said within him:
"There is no sting in the cold wind of doubt.
There is no fear in the tempest;
Behold, am I not clothed securely?"
He who hath announced me,
Who hath listed unto my singing,
And hath become conquered;
Who hath looked unto the empty sky,
And beheld my fancy—who hath looked
To the dull day, and seen my hands
Busy covering the wounds.
He who hath announced me,
Hath said: "Yea, I am sure, I am convinced.
Yea, I know thee."
This then is a pedestal for my love!