Dear Head, Lie Calm

Dear head, lie calm upon my arm,
Dear eyes, from mine drink mildest splendour !
So rills may leap aerial steep,
Blue flowers they fall on mantling tender.

Eyelash so frail, inlay with trail
Of shade her eyes, a maze of sweetness !
My soul sinks through their dimlit blue,
To find in them her own completeness.

Eyelash, O light on petal white
Of lid shed soft your delicate shading !
Lid silken -fringed and only tinged
With vein's rathe violet faint pervading.

Lo ! now she lies with folded eyes.
Basking at rest in mine adoring ;
To prison the sense, so more intense,
She veils my glance's ardent pouring.

In watering flowers we stay the showers
Awhile, till these to roots be diving ;
Behold ! she drinks my gaze that sinks
Till each soul-fibre thrills new-living.

Dear head, lie calm upon my arm.
Dear guileless face all childlike beaming,
Ah ! soft hair's fold kindling to gold,
Is not this more than all the dreaming ?