Satis.
When with the warmth of one last clinging kiss,1
My languid lips leave joy and lose their might—2
Love knows no tiring, yet it faints for this—3
I fain would sleep, though sleep were total night,4
And know no poorer hour, no lesser bliss ;5
Thence would I wake love’s fool, nor yet be wise,6
Content to be a captive, and lie bound7
Still by the sternest laws love can devise.8
Felt more than fortune, true love’s truest right,9
Summed up, Sweet, in the soft and delicate sound10
Of close hearts faintly beating, is delight :11
I’d scorn for this the safe severer ground,12
Float on love’s river to love’s boundless sea,13
And, languishing, die, in leaving life with thee !14