After the Deluge

She was kinder than light
to an up-reaching flower
and sweeter than rain
to the bees in their bower
where anemones blush
at the affections they shower,
and love’s shocking power.
 
She shocked me to life,
but soon left me to wither.
I was listless without her,
nor could I be with her. 
I fell under the spell
of her absence’s power.
in that calamitous hour.
 
Like blithe showers that fled
repealing spring’s sweetness;
like suns’ warming rays sped
away, with such fleetness ...
she has taken my heart --
alas, our completeness!
I now wilt in pale beams
of her occult remembrance.