373. 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.

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.