Ecstasy

Cover mine eyes, O my Love! 

Mine eyes that are weary of bliss 

As of light that is poignant and strong 

O silence my lips with a kiss, 

My lips that are weary of song! 

Shelter my soul, O my love! 

My soul is bent low with the pain 

And the burden of love, like the grace 

Of a flower that is smitten with rain: 

O shelter my soul from thy face!