To-day my voice is glad, while you, my lord, stand aside to make
room that I may fill my life.

Even when I bring you my songs for an offering I have the secret
hope that men will come and love me for them.

You love to discover that I love this world where you have
brought me.



LXXVI

Timidly I cowered in the shadow of safety, but now, when the
surge of joy carries my heart upon its crest, my heart clings to
the cruel rock of its trouble.

I sat alone in a corner of my house thinking it too narrow for
any guest, but now when its door is flung open by an unbidden joy
I find there is room for thee and for all the world.

I walked upon tiptoe, careful of my person, perfumed, and
adorned--but now when a glad whirlwind has overthrown me in the
dust I laugh and roll on the earth at thy feet like a child.



LXXVII