A neck that said a thousand things unthinking,
And soft as if ’twere only fashioned for
A pillow to support a loved head sinking
Beneath the draught, deliriously drinking,
Of her resistless beauty; and her eyes
Were open volumes, which, like planets blinking,
Seemed saying, “Read us, all around us lies
The starry Infinite—the realm of Mysteries.”
Her thoughts environed me, for with a smile
And gesture of her hand, the group arose;