Classic Poem

WHEREIN HE KNOWS HER BELOVED OF THE LORD

The incandescent skin, the loveliest eyes
That ever flamed, and that incredible hair
Whereto no gold, no sun's gold could compare;
That smile — like light; that voice whose rich surprise
Ambushed the listener with silver cries;
White hands and little moon-stained feet that were
Softer than silence; body woven of air
Conceived under the ribs of Paradise —
These fed my soul: sightless and stripped I stand
In hope of her and Heaven whose King of Kings
These gladden now, whose couriers in plumed cars
Pull up abruptly in a cloud of wings
To see Christ put His hand upon that hand
And let the reins fall slack upon His stars.