In the deep shadows round the fountain-space, Clear to the moonlight and the slim jet's tip Toss'd into silver, and in twinkling chase The fireflies swirl'd between, there, hand on hip, A lover held his lady face to face, Breathing sweet words, letting his fingers slip Thro' moonlight tinsel'd hair: and crushing lace, Sheet-flashing satin and the water's dip Was all the sound. Then sudden, far away At some low terrace tank they heard Love play His very soul out soft in soothing bars; And breathless, list'ning, they forgot Love's time Was pulsing out from distant chime to chime; -- And instant day shook out the violet stars. |