What smouldering senses in death's sick delay
Or seizure of malign vicissitude
Can rob this body of honour,or denude
This soul of wedding-raiment worn today?[48]
For lo!even now my lady's lips did play
With these my lips such consonant interlude
As laurelled Orpheus longed for when he wooed
The half-drawn hungering face[49] with that last lay.
I was a child beneath her touch,-a man
When breast to breast we clung,even I and she,-
A spirit when her spirit looked through me,-
A god when all our life-breath met to fan
Our life-blood,till love's emulous ardours ran,
Fire within fire,desire in deity[50].