Sunlit Hours

<SPAN name="XXVII"></SPAN>XXVII<br/> <br/> <br/> The gift of body, when the soul is given,<br/> Is naught but harmony<br/> Of two tendernesses driven<br/> One to the other, fervidly.<br/> Glory in thyself thou findest sweet.<br/> So fair in thy fresh purity,<br/> Only to offer me<br/> The wondrous gift complete.<br/> I come to thee, and know<br/> Exaltation in this gift of thine;<br/> Always the truer, the more pure I grow<br/> Since thy dear body gave itself to mine.<br/> Love! oh, may it overflow<br/> Our hearts and be the reason in our lives,<br/> Whose maddest happiness is one that strives<br/> Toward the madness of a trust divine.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />