The Offering

O love, in whose heart--murmured name
Is charm against life's endless wrong,
Since all the untuned world became
In you a song!

I bring not only all I wrought
Into the faltering words of speech,
I dedicate the song I sought
Yet could not reach,

Nay, all that passionately fired
My heart with hope for ever new
Of unattained, but deep--desired
Beauty, to you.