And tear from my forehead its beautiful crown,
To nestle once more in that haven of rest,
With your lips pressed to mine, and my head on your breast!
You kissed me! my soul in a bliss so divine
Reeled and swooned like a man that is drunken with wine!
And I thought, ’twere delicious to die then, if death
Would come while my lips were still moist with your breath!
’Twere delicious to die, if my heart might grow cold
While your arms wrapped me fast in that passionate hold!
And these are the questions I ask day and night: