Ecstasy

Cover mine eyes, O my Love!

Mine eyes that are weary of bliss

As of light that is poignant and strong

O silence my lips with a kiss,

My lips that are weary of song!

Shelter my soul, O my love!

My soul is bent low with the pain

And the burden of love, like the grace

Of a flower that is smitten with rain:

O shelter my soul from thy face!