I

   Unfelt, unheard, unseen, 
   I've left my little queen, 
Her languid arms in silver slumber lying: 
   Ah! through their nestling touch, 
   Who---who could tell how much 
There is for madness---cruel, or complying? 


II

   Those faery lids how sleek! 
   Those lips how moist!---they speak, 
In ripest quiet, shadows of sweet sounds: 
   Into my fancy's ear 
   Melting a burden dear, 
How "Love doth know no fullness nor no bounds." 


III

   True!---tender monitors! 
   I bend unto your laws: 
This sweetest day for dalliance was born! 
   So, without more ado, 
   I'll feel my heaven anew, 
For all the blushing of the hasty morn.