by Elsa Barker
BEHIND the orient darkness of thine eyes,
The eyes of God interrogate my soul
With whelming love. The luminous waves that roll
Over thy body are His dream. It lies
On thee as the moon-glamour on the skies;
And all around--the yearning aureole
Of His effulgent being--broods the whole
Rapt universe, that our love magnifies.
O thou, through whom for me Infinity
Is manifest! Bitter and salt, thy tears
Are the heart-water of the passionate spheres,
With all their pain. I drink them thirstily!
While in thy smile is realized for me
The flaming joys of archangelic years.