Delia

XXIV

When in the fields the eye is dazzled by lightning.
t seems to find night wherever it looks;
Then by degrees, rejoicing in regained sight,
It guards itself against the sudden fires of Heaven.
But I, led beneath the safeguard
Of that unique light of yours
Which blinded my early joy
With your ardently pursued sweet rays,
No longer am lost in ordinary sight.
For I live only to adore you.