Poem 33

I was again beside my Love in dream:Earth was so beautiful, the moon was shining;The muffled voice of many a cataract streamCame like a love-song, as, with arms entwining,Our hearts were mixed in unison supreme.

The wind lay spell-bound in each pillared pine,The tasselled larches had no sound or motion,As my whole life was sinking into thine—Sinking into a deep, unfathomed oceanOf infinite love—uncircumscribed, divine.

Night held her breath, it seemed, with all her stars:Eternal eyes that watched in mute compassionOur little lives o'erleap their mortal bars,Fused in the fulness of immortal passion,A passion as immortal as the stars.

There was no longer any thee or me;No sense of self, no wish or incompleteness;The moment, rounded to Eternity,Annihilated time's destructive fleetness:For all but love itself had ceased to be.