Poems (Van Rensselaer)/Love's Prisoner
LOVE'S PRISONER
Sweet Love has twined his fingers in my hair,And laid his hand across my wondering eyes.I cannot move save in the narrow space Of his strong arms' embrace,Nor see but only in my own heart where His image lies. How can I tell, Emprisonèd so well,If in the outer world be sunset or sunrise?Sweet Love has laid his hand across my eyes.
Sweet Love has loosed his fingers from my hair,His lifted hand has left my eyelids wet.I cannot move save to pursue his fleet And unreturning feet,Nor see but in my ruined heart, and there His face lies yet. How should I know, Distraught and blinded so,If in the outer world be sunrise or sunset?Sweet Love has freed my eyes, but they are wet.