STRUCK down by Love in cruel mood, br That I ever met Love I rued, br Bleeding and bruised I lay, br Wet was my face as with the salt sea spray. br br A lovely Muse on sparkling wing br A painless elemental thing, br Free as bird did float, br Swift flames of song light leaping from her throat. br br And being more pitiful than Love br Stooped glowing from her path above, br And an unearthly kiss br Laid on my lips: Muse, answer, what is this? br br In dreams or drunkenness divine br My life is all transfused with thine; br Like bubbles swept along, br My tears dissolve on cataracts of song.