• Sweet dimness of her loosened hair's downfall
• About thy face; her sweet hands round thy head
• In gracious fostering union garlanded;
• Her tremulous smiles; her glances' sweet recall
• Of love; her murmuring sighs memorial;
• Her mouth's culled sweetness by thy kisses shed
• On cheeks and neck and eyelids, and so led
• Back to her mouth which answers there for all:—

• What sweeter than these things, except the thing
• 10 In lacking which all these would lose their sweet ? :—
• The full heart's confluent confident heart's still fervour: the swift beat
• And soft subsidence of the spirit's wing,
• Then when it feels, in cloud-girt wayfaring,
• The breath of kindred plumes against its feet . ?

   

• Whence came his feet into my field, and why?
• How is it that he sees it all so drear?
• How do I see his seeing, and how hear
• The name his bitter silence knows it by?
• This was the little fold of separate sky,
• Whose pasturing clouds in the soul's atmosphere
• Drew living light from one continual year:
• How should he find it lifeless? He , or I?

• Lo! this new Self now wanders round my field,
• 10 With plaints for every flower, and for each tree
• A moan, the sighing wind's auxiliary:
• And o'er sweet waters of my life, that yield
• Unto his lips no draught but tears unseal'd,
• Even in my place he weeps. Even I, not he.