The thing then learned
Has ever since within my bosom burned—
One life is not enough for love of you.
A NOCTURNE OF SPIRITUAL LOVE
SLEEP, sleep, imperious heart! Sleep, fair and undefiled!
Sleep, and be free!
Come in your dreams at last, comrade and queen and child,—
At last to me.
Come, for the honeysuckle calls you out of the night.