Jephthah and Other Mysteries

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 79 A rosy flame like that most perfect star Whose kisses are So red and ripe! Oh, let thy limbs entwine Like love with mine! Oh, bend thy gracious body to my breast To sleep, to rest! But chiefly let thine eyes be set on me, As when the sea Lay like a mirror to reflect the shape Of yonder cape | Where Sappho stood and touched the lips of death ! Thy subtle breath Shall flow like incense in between our cheeks, Where pleasure seeks In vain a wiser happiness. And so Our whispers low Shall dim the utmost beauty of thy gaze Through moveless days And long nights equable with trancéd pleasure: So love at leisure Shall make his model of our clinging looks, And burn his books To write a new sweet volume deeper much, And frail to touch, Being the mirror of a gossamer Too soft and fair, This is the hour when all the world is sleeping ;_ The winds are keeping A lulling music on the frosty sea. The air is free,