“Cymon and Iphigenia” by Sir Frederic Leighton
I woke this present day from napping, and I noticed you lying there,
Across the room, upon a couch, asleep with no care.
The golden beams of twilight streaming by way of the windowpane,
Shone wondrously upon you want a rainbow within the rain.
By means of shifting timber, the filtered daylight fell upon your face
In such a means as to imbue your forehead with heavenly grace,
Erasing every line that marked the passage of the years,
And bringing out your magnificence in a method that drew forth tears
From my delighted eyes to have your charms to me thus shown,
Like some celestial vision sent to bless my eyes alone.
A delicate, supernal glow suffused your flowing locks of hair,
And kissed the petals of your eyelids, closed as if in prayer.
The radiant beams of eventide that brushed your tender forehead
Appeared to share the deep affection I really feel even now
Once I consider your loveliness, and in my thoughts draw close to
To lovingly caress your face so treasured and so pricey.
Thus did these beams appear to the touch your visage, not with lust,
However with a holy love uniting reverent awe and trust,
As one may touch with love and awe an angel by the arm
Whom heaven had sent down to save lots of a popular soul from hurt.
With such a way of loving awe and gratitude did I
Look spellbound in your face as I used to be privileged to espy
Your magnificence in full blossom in the dying mild of day—
A sight emblazoned in my heart, ceaselessly there to remain.
Martin Rizley grew up in Oklahoma and in Texas, and has served in pastoral ministry both in the USA and in Europe. He is presently serving because the pastor of a small evangelical church within the metropolis of Málaga on the southern coast of Spain, where he lives together with his wife and daughter. Martin has enjoyed writing and reading poetry as a pastime since his early youth.