Poems (Tree)/My Devotion Kneels to You
MY devotion kneels to you,Holding a candle to illumine your face.My loneliness is your shadowAlong the solitary roads.My passion is a book between your handsWhose leaves are as the leaves of violets,A volume of pressed flowersScenting your fingers though you read it not.And my white faithIs a silken surplice clothing you in peace.
1919