Lay your sleeping head, my love, br Human on my faithless arm; br Time and fevers burn away br Individual beauty from br Thoughtful children, and the grave br Proves the child ephemeral: br But in my arms till break of day br Let the living creature lie, br Mortal, guilty, but to me br The entirely beautiful. br br Soul and body have no bounds: br To lovers as they lie upon br Her tolerant enchanted slope br In their ordinary swoon, br Grave the vision Venus sends br Of supernatural sympathy, br Universal love and hope; br While an abstract insight wakes br Among the glaciers and the rocks br The hermit's sensual ecstasy. br br Certainty, fidelity br On the stroke of midnight pass br Like vibrations of a bell, br And fashionable madmen raise br Their pedantic boring cry: br Every farthing of the cost, br All the dreadful cards foretell, br Shall be paid, but not from this night br Not a whisper, not a thought, br Not a kiss nor look be lost. br br Beauty, midnight, vision dies: br Let the winds of dawn that blow br Softly round your dreaming head br Such a day of sweetness show br Eye and knocking heart may bless. br Find the mortal world enough; br Noons of dryness see you fed br By the involuntary powers, br Nights of insult let you pass br Watched by every human love.