Than that wherein lost lovers meet again:
Such joy must happy souls beyond the grave,
If once again they meet, in Heaven have,
Without which all the joys of Heaven were vain.
’Twas even thus she came and in my dreaming,
My pleasure was not less than Heaven’s may be:
The spiritual and unearthly seeming
So far outdid a touched reality:
As glances sent in love do more than tell
What words can never phrase or utter well,