Afternoon

<SPAN name="XXVII"></SPAN>XXVII<br/> <br/> <br/> Fervency of sense, of heart, of soul&mdash;<br/> Vain words created to despoil love's powers;<br/> Sun, you distinguish not between your flames<br/> Of all your evening, dawn, or midday hours.<br/> <br/> You move all blinded by your proper light<br/> Through blazing space, beneath the arched sky,<br/> Knowing alone that your great, ample power<br/> Works at things mysterious and high.<br/> <br/> For love means exaltation's ceaseless deeds;<br/> Oh you whose sweetness sweetens my proud heart,<br/> What need to weigh the pure gold of our dream?<br/> I love you wholly, with my every part.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />