Litis, to wake from sleep and find your eyes
Met in their first fresh upward gaze by love,
Filled with love's happy shame from other eyes,
Dazzled with and drowned in light
As tho' you looked unthinking at the sun,
Oh Litis, that is joy!
Met in their first fresh upward gaze by love,
Filled with love's happy shame from other eyes,
Dazzled with and drowned in light
As tho' you looked unthinking at the sun,
Oh Litis, that is joy!
Sara Teasdale - River to the Sea
