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• O lovely, loving, & beloved love;
• Whose kiss seems still the first; whose summoning eyes,
• Even now, as for our love-world's new sunrise,
• Shed very dawn; whose voice, attuned above
• All modulation of the deep-bowered dove,
• Is like a hand laid softly on the soul;
• Whose hand is like a sweet voice to control
• Those worn tired brows it hath the keeping of:—

• What word can answer to thy word,—what gaze
• 10 To thine, which thus absorbs within its sphere
• My worshipping face, till I am mirrored there,
• Grey-circled in a heaven of deep-drawn rays?
• What clasp, what kiss mine inmost heart can prove,
• O lovely, loving, and beloved love?

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