SWEET twining hedgeflowers wind-stirred in no wise On this June day; and hand that clings in hand:-- Still glades; and meeting faces scarcely fann'd:-- An osier-odoured stream that draws the skies Deep to its heart; and mirrored eyes in eyes:-- Fresh hourly wonder o'er the Summer land Of light and cloud; and two souls softly spann'd With one o'erarching heaven of smiles and sighs:-- Even such their path, whose bodies lean unto Each other's visible sweetness amorously,-- Whose passionate hearts lean by Love's high decree Together on his heart for ever true, As the cloud-foaming firmamental blue Rests on the blue line of a foamless sea. |