darkling i listen, and for many a time / i have been half in love with easeful lethe
call'd her soft names, in many a'mused rhyme to take / into the air my quiet breath i cannot see
what flowers are at my feet nor what soft / incense hangs upon the boughs but in darkness
guess each sweet wherewith the seasonable month endows / a brush of flowers with the bees about
and let a golden tree o'ersweep them / cool and green and shade the violets that they may bind
the moss in leafy nests the shut rose shall dream of our loves
and awake full blown and such warmth for the morning take