Elsa Barker

(1869-1954 / United States)

Microprosopos

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.

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