Ah! I shall kill myself with dreams!
  These dreams that softly lap me round
Through trance-like hours in which meseems
  That I am swallowed up and drowned;
Drowned in your love, which flows o’er me
  As o’er the seaweed flows the sea.

In watches of the middle night,
  ’Twixt vesper and ’twixt matin bell,
With rigid arms and...