Oft to thee with delicate hasty footstep

So I steal, and suffer because I find thee

Inly flown, and only a fallen feather

Left of my darling.

Give me back thy wakening breath, thy ringlets

Fragrant as the vine of the bean in blossom,

And those eyes of violet dusk and daylight

Under sea-water,

Eyes too far away, and too full of longing!

Yes: and go not heavenward where I lose thee,

Go not, go not whither I cannot follow,

Being but earthly.

Willing swallow poisÈd upon my finger,

Little wild-wing ever from me escaping,

For the care thou art to me, I thy lover

Love thee, and fear thee.