Warmed by her hand and shadowed by her
As close she leaned and poured her heart through thee,
Whereof the articulate throbs
The smooth black stream that makes thy whiteness fair,—Sweet fluttering sheet, even of her breath aware,—Oh let thy silent song disclose to
That soul wherewith her lips and eyes
Like married music in Love's answering air.
Fain had I watched her when, at some fond thought,
Her bosom to the writing closelier press'd,
And her breast's secrets peered into her breast;
When, through eyes raised an instant, her soul
My soul, and from the sudden confluence
The words that made her love the loveliest.
