Owe no confining marge, but full and free
Hold Love’s exultant measure.
Claim lordship on these lips; make this embrace
Of strenuous limbs thine to the tilth of days;
The exquisitry of this face,
If so to thee, scan with thine eager eyes:
Flash linking flash, all in a wondering gaze,
Twin in our ecstasies.
The fragrant largess of this liberal hair
Shall twine us twain about as we shall twine