My eyes make pictures when they're shut:-- br I see a fountain large and fair, br A Willow and a ruined Hut, br And thee, and me, and Mary there. br O Mary! make thy gentle lap our pillow! br Bend o'er us, like a bower, my beautiful green Willow! br br A wild-rose roofs the ruined shed, br And that and summer well agree br And lo! where Mary leans her head, br Two dear names carved upon the tree! br And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow: br Our sister and our friend will both be here to-morrow. br br 'Twas Day! But now few, large, and bright br The stars are round the crescent moon! br And now it is a dark warm Night, br The balmiest of the month of June! br A glow-worm fallen, and on the marge remounting br Shines, and its shadow shines, fit stars for our sweet fountain. br br O ever -- ever be thou blest! br For dearly, Asra! love I thee! br This brooding warmth across my breast, br This depth of tranquil bliss -- ah me! br Fount, Tree, and Shed are gone, I know not whither, br But in one quiet room we three are still together.