Vision ecstatic, tangible withal,
From thee to learn
All the soft wonders of thy disarray.”
So, fearless, turned I: yet ere thought to deed
Quickened my members, swift upon the air
Luxuriously this song sped, deft and rare,
Beckoning me to speed.
“Come, my love, to love me; come!
Life is but the tangled sum
Of thy being’s bitter hum.