Your Fear

I try to blame When from your eyes the battle-flame Leaps: when cleaves my speech the spear For fear lest I should speak your name: Your name that’s known But to your heart, your fear has flown To mine: you’ve heard not any bird, No wings have stirred save yours alone. Alone your wings Have fluttered: half-forgotten things Come crowding home into your heart, Filling your heart with other Springs, Springs when you’ve sung Your secret name with happy tongue Loudly and innocent as the flowers Through hours of laughter proudly young. Young is the year And other wings are waking: near Your heart my name is knocking loud, Ah, be not proud! You need not fear. Fearing lest I Should wrest your secret from on high You will not listen to my name, I cannot blame you though I try.