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!

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 our hearts together.