Thy beauty is an altar where I kneel, <br />Thy soul the Heaven of my constant pray'r. <br />Darling, I find thine image everywhere, <br />Thy lure in sunset and the moons that wheel <br />O'er evening valleys where their beams reveal <br />Too much of loveliness for day to share. <br />My soul is lost in thine. I wait aware <br />Of hopes too dear for Sorrow to conceal. <br /> <br />Alas the gulfs that hold thy breast from mine! <br />Alas my heart, too high for lesser pain! <br />I love thee, as they love who loving die! <br />I crave from Passion her ecstatic wine, <br />From Love, the gardens that the gods attain, <br />From Rapture, all her kisses ere she sigh.<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/absence-stc/
