Sunlit Hours

<SPAN name="XXV"></SPAN>XXV<br/> <br/> <br/> That nothing may elude our close embrace,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This depth of holy love,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That through the body love be clear with grace,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I seek with thee the garden of our love.</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy breast is there, an offering,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy hands reach out to me,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Naive and tender whispering</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is breathed and heard by thee.</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The shadows from the branches now</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er thy throat and visage pass,</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy hair has spread its blossoms low</span><br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In garlands, on the grass.</span><br/> All blue and silver broods the night,<br/> A silent, sleeping bed, this hour&mdash;<br/> Sweet night! whose breezes one by one deflower<br/> The lilies trembling in the low moon's light.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />