White dawn, that tak'st the heaven with sweet surprise br of amorous artifice, br art thou the bearer of my perfect hour br divine, untrod, br from some forgotten window of Paradise br by mighty winds of God br blown down the world, before my haunted eyes br at length to flower? br Nay, virgin dawn, yet art thou all too known, br too crowded light br to take my boundless hour of flaming peace: br thou common dayspring cease; br and be there only night, the only night, br more than all other lone: br be the sole secret world br one rose unfurl'd, br and nought disturb its blossom'd peace intense, br that fills the living deep beyond all dreams of sense br enmesh'd in errorous multiplicity: br — let be br nought but her coming there: br what else were fair? br It asks no golden web, no censer-fire br to tell the dense incarnate mystery br where one delight is wed with one desire.