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Leaving the garden for the lane. He, with lightness of heart:

We will leave reason, Sweet, for a season: Reason were treason Now that the nether Spaces are clad, oh, In silvery shadow-- We will be glad, oh, Glad as this weather!

She, responding to his mood:

Heart unto heart! where the moonlight is slanted, Let us believe that our souls are enchanted:-- I in the castle-keep; you are the airy Prince who comes seeking me; love is the fairy Bringing us two together.

He

Starlight in masses Over us passes; And in the grass is Many a flower.--

Now will you tell me How ’d you enspell me? What once befell me There in your bower?

She

Soul unto soul!--in the moon’s wizard glory, Let us believe we are parts in a story:-- I am a poem; a poet you hear it Whispered in star and in flower; a spirit, Love, puts my soul in your power.