[BNP/E3, 31A – 43]

10.1.1913

Chalice of my communion

|With the soul of moonbeams|

Communion‑bond of union

Between me and my dreams

In thy wine wine’s {…} ghost

     To lips that {…} dowers,

|Where I have[1] dipped the host

     Of my diviner self[2].|

My vain eyes search the mist-†.

     My sad soul happy sings.

O {…} Eucharists!

     I feel an angel’s wings…

I feel me God's abode,

     A child again, without life's load,

Remembering how I found me

     When I awoke from God

And found the world around me.

[43v]

My lips are as lips kissed {…}

 
[1] Where I have /My soul has\
[2] self /hours\