What smouldering senses in death's sick delay br Or seizure of malign vicissitude br Can rob this body of honour, or denude br This soul of wedding-raiment worn to-day? br For lo! even now my lady's lips did play br With these my lips such consonant interlude br As laurelled Orpheus longed for when he wooed br The half-drawn hungering face with that last lay. br I was a child beneath her touch,—a man br When breast to breast we clung, even I and she,— br A spirit when her spirit looked through me,— br A god when all our life-breath met to fan br Our life-blood, till love's emulous ardours ran, br Fire within fire, desire in deity.