That hold their word as treasure trove
In the immortal book of love.
These all were passed, and in a while,
Love showed my soul a dim green aisle,
And far at end a stone-built stair,
That led us from the woody lair,
Forth issuing through a night of trees
To know anew the day’s increase,
And there a fragrant arbour found,
With clinging jasmine close embound.