Bring golden showers of rain
To crown our bed withal, the empire of the Night!
O Wife! Incarnate Beauty self-create!
O Life! O Death! Love unimaginable!
Despair grows hope, as hope grows desperate;
And Heaven bridges the great gulf of Hell.
Thy life is met with mine,
Transmuted, grown divine,
Even in this, the evil of the world!
What agony is this,