Sleepland Glorified

By night my lady comes to me, to rest
Contentedly in quiet vales of sleep;
And sometimes, those sweet eyes of her will weep,
And barren tears make wet each white round breast.
Once only were her lips to my lips prest;
Then in my veins I felt love's passion leap,
And all the blood-red waves of pleasure sweep
Across my heart that might not be repress'd,

But found its vent in kisses thick and sweet.
That fell upon her mouth and quivering eyes.
While all her gracious body shook with sighs;
And we were wedded then, as was most meet.
No light shone round, no music breathed, save this
Love's moan of joy, and murmur of his kiss.