Robert Crawford

He came upon her with a soul athirst
For Beauty, and she unveiled all to him,
As if in an imaginary light
Revealing all her wondrous rarity,
As in her arms with swooning powers he breathed
The ecstasy of love. All, all was his,
The warmth, the wonder, and the sweetness, that
So permeated with the mystery
Of all her loveliness, so filled with her,
He breathed as if on an ethereal couch
The airs of passion and their poesy.

Last updated January 14, 2019