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 
   In lacking which all these would lose their sweet:--- 
   The 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?