APOCALYPSE

Before I found her I had found

Within my heart, as in a brook,

Reflections of her: now a sound

Of imaged beauty; now a look.

So when I found her, gazing in

Those Bibles of her eyes, above

All earth, I read no word of sin;

Their holy chapters all were love.

I read them through. I read and saw

The soul impatient of the sod —

Her soul, that through her eyes did draw

Mine — to the higher love of God.