Sanctuaries

There is a chamber in the dawn

Sought by a bird alone

A cloud, a gleam, a veil withdrawn

On brighter veils beyond,

Glistening with one far ringing tone,

One fluttering mote and blond.

There is a chamber in the night

Sought by a girl alone

A secret place white after white

With inner veils more dim

And farther places whitely strown

As though with thoughts that swim.