Ah, Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire! Would not we shatter it to bits - and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Dawn held your scent in muted hues
and nightfall your caress;
we dreamt forbidden, secret dreams
but fate could not redress
the bitter chalice where we’d sup
a thousand deaths from that same cup.
But even yet, in reverie
we share an other-worldly sun.
There shall I hold you safe, my sweet
within my scented petals, deep;
and oh, to kiss you just once more
before the long mysterious sleep.