Parting

As from our dream we died away

Far off I felt the outer things:

Your wind-blown tresses round me play,

Your bosom's gentle murmurings.

And far away our faces met

As on the verge of the vast spheres:

And in the night our cheeks were wet,

I could not say with dew or tears.

O gate by which I entered in!

O face and hair! O lips and eyes!

Through you again the world I win,

How far away from Paradise!