Then on her fair and glowing breast
That, heaving, throbbed the more
She pressed his hands: and fondly kissed
His cold lips o’er and o’er.
—‘Far have you come!’—‘Yes very far.’
—‘Rough was the raging sea?’
—‘It was.’—‘Why come you armed for war?
Nay tell thy thoughts to me.’
She doffed his armour, and the dew
Of roses, scenting wide,