Lines: Unfelt, unheard, unseen

Unfelt, unheard, unseen,
I've left my little queen,
Her languid arms in silver slumber lying:
Ah! through their nestling touch,
Who — who could tell how much
There is for madness — cruel, or complying?

Those faery lids how sleek !
Those lips how moist! — they speak,
In ripest quiet, shadows of sweet sounds :
Into my fancy's ear
Melting a burden dear,
How "Love doth know no fullness nor no bounds."

True ! — tender monitors !
I bend unto your laws :
This sweetest day for dalliance was born!
So, without more ado,
I'll feel my heaven anew,
For all the blushing of the hasty morn.