Seeking dominion in the realm of shade,
Where now we thought to find sweet pleasure laid,
And take her sleeping, while the hours should wait.
Yea! hidden in the odorous aisles of May;
Whose fragrance fans the air which faints away,
There, in a labyrinth of leaves I caught her—
Whereby soft willows kiss the silent water—
I caught her, and I kiss’d, tho’ she did pray
Release, and said: “Thou canst not hold Time’s daughter.”
But her I held, nor let her thence depart