If but to sleep alone be fair āàAs poets say, How piercing sweet to lie all night āàUntil the day With all her flower-like body pressed āàClose unto mine, To feel her moving heart, to taste āàHer breath like wine, To hold her pointed, smooth, soft breast āàIn one firm hand And let the other lie at rest āàIn love's own land. Ah, it were good to cease and die āàSo sweet a way, Never to waken from her bed āàTo the chill day, But sleep forever in a dream āàHead beside head, Warm in a golden swoon of love- āàDivinely dead. |