EIDOLON
EIDOLON
Ah, sweet-eyed Christ! Thy image smiles
In its Cathedral cell,
Shrined in the heaven-enamored arms
Of her who never fell;
And if my phantom eyes implore
A more benignant beam,
’Tis a nepenthe I would crave
For a memorial dream!
Dear Leonie! here did’st thou kneel
That musky summer noon,
As the zephyrs kissed in ecstasy
The dimpled cheeks of June—
As the sunlight drifted o’er thy brow
A golden wave of grace,
Bright blending with the miracles
Of that angelic face.
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