Love's Pedestal

He who hath announced me.
He who hath said, "This is enough,"
When he hath lain his hands
Upon the cloth of the loom;
He who is assured; he who with
Sure hands hath lain the cloth before him,
And converted it unto a raiment,
And hath said within him:
"There is no sting in the cold wind of doubt.
There is no fear in the tempest;
Behold, am I not clothed securely?"
He who hath announced me,
Who hath listed unto my singing,
And hath become conquered;
Who hath looked unto the empty sky,
And beheld my fancy-who hath looked
To the dull day, and seen my hands
Busy covering the wounds.
He who hath announced me,
Hath said: "Yea, I am sure, I am convinced.
Yea, I know thee."
This then is a pedestal for my love!