Your eyes are torches, spearing shadows in
My night. It loomed a vast and tainted ghost
On white day’s soul. Its haunting, spectral din
Harpooned my sense, reflective of a host
Of rabid things. In anguish I cried out,
And found your hand, and felt your warming smile.
All-healing dawn would put the beasts to rout,
Blue reason’s calm had said; but what a mile
On mile of dread till then! Quickly you came
With sleep-songs on your lips, and your eyes shone
As God shone in my dreams. The very same
Brown softness hallowed them. No more alone!
The alchemy of love diffuses fear,
And glowing trust emerges from its bier.
Evelyn Coffey
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