Restraint

Dear heart and love! what happiness is it To watch the firelight’s varying shade and shine On thy young face; and through those eyes of thine-- As through clear windows--to behold them flit, In sumptuous chambers of thy mind’s chaste wit, Thy soul’s fair fancies! then to take in mine Thy hand, whose pressure brims my heart’s divine Hushed rapture as with music exquisite! When I remember how thy look and touch Sway, like the moon, my blood with ecstasy, I dare not think to what fierce heaven might lead Thy soft embrace; or in thy kiss how much Sweet hell,--beyond all help of me,--might be, Where I were lost, where I were lost indeed!