She yields: my Lady in her noblest mood br Has yielded: she, my golden-crownèd rose! br The bride of every sense! more sweet than those br Who breathe the violet breath of maidenhood. br O visage of still music in the sky br Soft moon! I feel thy song, my fairest friend! br True harmony within can apprehend br Dumb harmony without. And hark! 'tis nigh! br Belief has struck the note of sound: a gleam br Of living silver shows me where she shook br Her long white fingers down the shadowy brook, br That sings her song, half waking, half in dream. br What two come here to mar this heavenly tune ? br A man is one: the woman bears my name, br And honour.