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We met where fountains kissed the moonlit air,
And blossoms trembled in their scented dream;
The stars bent low to watch thy loosened hair,
That flowed like night upon a silver stream.
Each petal shone beneath thy fervent gaze,
And even Time forgot his weary flight;
The garden burned with love's immortal blaze,
Its shadows melted in our merged delight.
Thy breath became the incense of my prayer,
Thy touch, the fire no temple flame could tame;
The roses knew, and every leaf was fair,
As if creation spoke thy holy name.
O ecstasy, thou art both grave and bloom,
A heaven found within an earthly room. |
