LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 177
Love, love to-night. To-night is all we know,
Is all our care; lips joined to lips we lie,
Tender hands touching, hearts in tune to die,
With willing kiss reluctant to let go;
So sweet love’s last enduring sigh
For sleep, so sure, so slow.
Sleep, sleep to-night. Our arms are intertwined,
Breath desires breath and hand imprisons hand,
Breezes cool faces, rosy with the brand
Of long sweet kisses; sun shall dawn and find
Two lovers who have passed the land
Of sleep—and found Death kind.