The Remonstrance

I was at peace until you came And set a careless mind aflame. I lived in quiet; cold, content; All longing in safe banishment, Until your ghostly lips and eyes      Made wisdom unwise. Naught was in me to tempt your feet To seek a lodging. Quite forgot Lay the sweet solitude we two In childhood used to wander through; Time's cold had closed my heart about;      And shut you out. Well, and what then?... O vision grave, Take all the little all I have! Strip me of what in voiceless thought Life's kept of life, unhoped, unsought! - Reverie and dream that memory must      Hide deep in dust! This only I say: - Though cold and bare The haunted house you have chosen to share, Still 'neath its walls the moonbeam goes      And trembles on the untended rose; Still o'er its broken roof-tree rise The starry arches of the skies; And in your lightest word shall be      The thunder of an ebbing sea.