My devotion kneels to you...

My devotion kneels to you,

Holding a candle to illumine your face.

My loneliness is your shadow

Along the solitary roads.

My passion is a book between your hands

Whose leaves are as the leaves of violets,

A volume of pressed flowers

Scenting your fingers though you read it not.

And my white faith

Is a silken surplice clothing you in peace.