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.