White Eternal Hour

The season of Chrysanthemum's arrives

And the long languorous days of autumn gold.

I still cannot recall my former lives

Yet in my body feel the ancient cold

Creep in when wintry sun is slow to wake

Who slowly stills the ardour of his fires.

But this I know my present life remake

I must and soon before the spirit tires

Of lassitude of will that stays the stress

Of beauty pressing down and all the power

Preparing to descend in earthly dress

And love that waits its white eternal hour.