  HOW still these two! Christ with far eyes, John with the fond eyes closed, And close unto The breast wherefrom is peace— No slumber that shall cease, But charmed safety of a faith as sure As a mountain’s founding to endure: And warm as sleep John’s love For the rapt Face above. Far-rapt, Christ’s eyes, In strength, remember His own resting-place, Where, in this wise, He, the Eternal Word, Had kept deep lull unstirred, Upon the bosom of the Father laid; And, of that peace divined, Knew the Eternal mind. Then the raised Face Breaks soft and the eyes droop and bend above The sweet head’s place, Where from closed eyelids John Setteth his love upon God, his Lord, his Thought, his Lover dear: And, in lapse of silence falling clear, One heareth only this— On the sweet head, a kiss. |
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