AH, sweet-eyed Christ! Thy image smiles In its Cathedral cell, Shrined in the heaven-enamored arms Of her who never fell; And if my phantom eyes implore A more benignant beam, 'Tis a nepenthe I would crave For a memorial dream! Dear Leonie! here didst thou kneel That musky summer noon, As the zephyrs kissed in ecstasy The dimpled cheeks of June— As the sunlight drifted o'er thy brow A golden wave of grace, Bright blending with the miracles Of that angelic face. Adorably Madonna-like, By this communion rail, Thy raptured face, though rich with youth, Was spirit-lit and pale; And oh those opulent blue eyes, Those Meccas of despair— They, they were glorious Eden-isles Lost in a lake of prayer! Saint Leonie! I saw thee flit Gazelle-like to the street, And pure, melodious angels led Thy dainty, tinkling feet; My rebel thoughts were petrel-winged, Attendant upon thee, Chasing thy loved and lissome shape As Arabs of the sea. Long did I love thee, @3belle Créole@1, As Gebirs love the sun, And in the temple of my soul Thou wast the eidolon; Long did I love thee, @3belle Créole@1, Where corsair billows rise, And where the silver planets soar In unfamiliar skies! Dark Corcovado! did I not, With heart and soul aflame, Carve on thy broad, monarchal brow Her wildly worshiped name— Watching the homeward ships scud by Before the nimble breeze, Till memory with them wept away Beyond the tropic seas! Years, years had died, and once again I saw the spires of home; Then, armed with an undying hope, I stood beneath this dome. But not within the pillared aisle, Nor by the sacred sign, Could my bewildered eyes behold The loveliness of thine. The sad November days had come, And eagerly I fled To find thee where the maidens deck The kingdoms of the dead; I found thee—yes, I found thee, love, Beneath the willow tree— With marble cross and immortelle And one word—"Leonie!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND WHAT SHALL YOU SAY? by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. CINQUAIN: MOON-SHADOWS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY A NORTHERN SUBURB by JOHN DAVIDSON FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 2. PHOEBE FOSTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON A TOBACCO JAR by BERNARD BARKER FUNERAL by ETHEL SKIPTON BARRINGER MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN |