Apocalypse

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Title:     Apocalypse
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

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.

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Apocalypse

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