Viii

Love housed 'neath his eyelids, that, slender As petals of roses, were pale: She bent and she kissed them and, tender, She murmured and bade them unveil, The blossoms beneath them unveil. And he woke and beheld her and panted:-- "At last I behold thee, O Song! O beautiful, pitiless Song! Thou, thou, who so wildly enchanted, And led me, eluded me long! Evaded and lured me so long!"