"You are the Rose of me, In you have I lost myself utterly, Your fragrance, as a breath from Paradise, About me ever lies; I crush you to my heart with subtlest ecstasy And on your lips I live, and in your passionate eyes You are the Dream of me, My visions many-footed flit and flee Beneath the jewelled arches of Life‘s grace But through lone nights and days, One form I follow, and mine eyes but see The dear delightful wonder of your love-lit face You are the Greatness of me, My thoughts are Beauty shaped exquisitely To the rare pattern of your loveliness Exceeding all excess: And the strange magic of this mystery, Steals weight from burdened hours, and woe from weariness"