AD LYDIAM, UT SECUM A MARITO FUGERET 
31 
Grow hot with love-thoughts—let the word be said : 
Between shy finger whisper me the “ yea ! ” 
My soul will leap to hear, as thine to speak. 
Remember Love, forget the loveless bed ; 
Forget thy husband, and the cruel wreck 
Of thy dear life on Wedlock’s piteous sands ; 
Love’s all in all, link on the golden bands 
Forged in heaven without flaw or fleck. 
I know thine answer by these amorous hands 
That touch me thus to tempt me, by the kiss 
Whose sudden passion burns upon my neck 
Thy heart clings to me in perfect “ Yes ! ”