Dearest, there is no part of us, but air br And earth are counterparts. Your fragrant eyes br Touching my own, some essence of the skies br Instil therein, and all your warm, brown hair br Smells of the sun’s slow passion, fine and fair. br I cannot touch your hands but I surprise br Some element of summer; and the sighs br Of stars from your red lips I seem to share. br br O Love…Love…Love…Dearer than God to me. br Earth of the earth are we and light of light. br God-born, God-breathing, all our scented souls br In Death will glow, gladdening eternity. br So give me love…all love…this perfect night br As round our naked limbs its full fire rolls.