With my beloved I lingered late one night. br At last the hour when I must leave her came: br But, as I turned, a fear I could not name br Possessed me that the long sweet evening might br Prelude some sudden storm, whereby delight br Should perish. What if death, ere dawn, should claim br One of us? What, though living, not the same br Each should appear to each in morning-light? br Changed did I find her, truly, the next day: br Ne'er could I see her as of old again. br That strange mood seemed to draw a cloud away, br And let her beauty pour through every vein br Sunlight and life, part of me. Thus the lover br With each new morn a new world may discover.