I know no miracle so manifest <br />As that you wrought upon me yesterday, <br />Filling with love my chalice of pure clay <br />From fragrant fountains of your own dear breast. <br />Beaten and sad, with aching eyes I pressed <br />Close unto you, and, as my body lay, <br />Broken with pain and grief, you murmured, “Stay, <br />I am the deathless end of all your quest.” <br /> <br />I lifted up my bowed and weeping head, <br />Borrowing comfort from your arms and eyes. <br />I felt your lips, long-climbing to my own, <br />And knew the best of me was not all dead. <br />I, who had fallen out of Paradise, <br />Was placed by you upon my rightful throne.<br /><br />Zora Bernice May Cross<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-sonnet-xxv/
