Apocalypse

Before I found her I had found Within my heart, as in a brook, Reflections of her: now a sound Of imaged beauty; now a look.

So when I found her, gazing in Those Bibles of her eyes, above All earth, I read no word of sin; Their holy chapters all were love.

I read them through. I read and saw The soul impatient of the sod-- Her soul, that through her eyes did draw Mine--to the higher love of God.