I welcome thee with rapture, and unafraid,
Even as yesternight I welcomed Him.”
“Not now, Impatient one; it well may be
That ten moons hence I shall return for thee.”
Song of the Peri
Beauty, the Gift of Gifts, I give to thee.
Pleasure and love shall spring around thy feet
As through the lake the lotuses arise
Pinkly transparent and divinely sweet.