Where the honeysuckle blows br In the summer night, entwined br With fresh leaves of the rose, br Greenness in gloom divined; br Sweet breaths in a mystery conspire br My soul to ravish in swift desire br br Yet I, as the hidden grass br I roam, within me bear br Joys that all these surpass, br And taste diviner air. br I love, I am loved: ah, nothing was ever sweet br As the word my lips to my heart repeat. br br To take into my arms br The body of my bliss; br Charm beyond earthly charms, br Thought beyond thought were this. br My bliss not Earth in her ring could hold, br Nor Night, that doth all the stars enfold. br br It clothes me and bathes me round: br I find no end nor measure. br I sink, I am lost; drowned br In the wonder and depth of pleasure. br O joy of love, could I plumb with a rod the sea, br My tongue might tell the untellable sweetness of thee.