An Autumn Love Cycle/Ecstasy

by Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson

For works with similar titles, see Ecstasy.

Ecstasy

Not less than this, beloved,This beaming, highmost rayThat sweeps in royal splendorAcross our perfect day.

Not less than this,—far ratherThat we should say "adieu,"With every rose in EdenAbloom for me and you.