64425: To The Bitter Sweet-Heart: A Dream

<p dir="ltr"> One evening Eros took me by the hand,<br> And having folded feathers round my head,<br> Or sleep like feathers, towards a far hope sped,<br> I groping, for he bade me understand<br> He would soon fill with Yours my other hand ---<br> But when I heard his singing wings expand<br> My face fell deeply in his shoulder.<br> Sweet moons we flew thus, yet I waned not older<br> But in his exquisiteness I flagged, unmanned<br> Till, when his wings were drooping to an end<br> Feeling my empty hand fulfilled with His,<br> I knew Love gave himself my passion-friend.<br> So my old quest of you requited is,<br> Ampler than e'er I asked of your girl's grace.<br> I shall not ask you more, nor see your face.</p>