LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 171
Slowly along to their ultimate end,
We but indwelling the heaven.
You on my breast your dear forehead reclining,
You with an arm to encircle my head ;
You with your eyes all my secret divining
Rest in my love, as divine as the dead.
Peace is the prize of our passion.
Love springs unfading, a flower unfolding
Petals of marvellous fashion ;
Scarlet and green to our eyes unbeholding,
Fixed on each other so deep ;
Only the light of them flushes our being,
Fills us with music and silence, but seeing
Love, and the vision of Sleep.