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LOVE'S PRISONER
Sweet love has twined his fingers in my hair,
And laid his hand across my
wondering eyes.
I cannot move save in the narrow space
Of his strong arms'
embrace,
Nor see but only in my own heart where
His image lies.
How can
I tell,
Emprisoned so well,
If in the outer world be sunset or
sunrise?
Sweet Love has laid his hand across my eyes.
Sweet Love has loosed his fingers from my hair,
His lifted hand has left
my eyelids wet.
I cannot move save to pursue his fleet
And unreturning
feet,
Nor see but in my ruined heart, and there
His face lies yet.
How
should I know,
Distraught and blinded so,
If in the outer world be sunrise
or sunset?
Sweet Love has freed my eyes, but they are wet.
Mariana Griswold Van Rensselaer [1851-1934]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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