Lines
1.
Unfelt
unheard,
unseen,
I've
left
my
little
queen,
Her
languid
arms
in
silver
slumber
lying:
Ah!
through
their
nestling
touch,
Who
--
who
could
tell
how
much
There
is
for
madness
--
cruel,
or
complying?
2.
Those
faery
lids
how
sleek!
Those
lips
how
moist!
--
they
speak,
In
ripest
quiet,
shadows
of
sweet
sounds:
Into
my
fancy's
ear
Melting
a
burden
dear,
How
"Love
doth
know
no
fullness,
nor
no
bounds."
3.
True
--
tender
monitors!
I
bend
unto
your
laws:
This
sweetest
day
for
dalliance
was
born!
So,
without
more
ado,
I'll
feel
my
heaven
anew,
For
all
the
blushing
of
the
hasty
morn.
