She was his own—both Love’s. They roamed the wild,
And knew not it was bleak:—the wooded dell
They called not fair, for love had reconciled
And blent all difference. From their spirits fell
A glow that bathed creation. Where they stood
Light was their shadow:—bliss unspeakable
Became at once their being and its food:—
The world they did inhabit was themselves;
And they were Love’s—and all their world was good!
As o’er a barren reef that sea-ward shelves