Wanting is -- what?

Wanting is -- what?

Summer redundant,

Blueness abundant,

-- Where is the blot?

Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same,

-- Framework which waits for a picture to frame:

What of the leafage, what of the flower?

Roses embowering with nought they embower!

Come then, complete incompletion, O comer,

Pant through the blueness, perfect the summer!

Breathe but one breath

Rose-beauty above.

And all that was death

Grows life, grows love,

Grows love!