Sonnets II O Thou to whom the musical white spring offers her lily inextinguishable, taught by thy tremulous grace bravely to fling Implacable death’s mysteriously sable robe from her redolent shoulders, Thou from whose feet reincarnate song suddenly leaping flameflung,mounts,inimitably to lose herself where the wet stars softly are keeping their exquisite dreams—O Love! upon thy dim shrine of intangible commemoration, (from whose faint close as some grave languorous hymn pledged to illimitable dissipation unhurried clouds of incense fleetly roll) i spill my bright incalculable soul.