I DRINK the wine of Thy sweet lips. My star

Mounts to the zenith now that Thou art come.

My heart and eyes are Thine, mine eyes that feed

Upon Thy motions. Sleep is sin to-night.

Thine eyebrow is the Easter moon, Thy face

The lamp of heaven. Rapture fills the sky

And all the erewhile darkness is at once

Illumined, for the Moon of my desire

Gives the full goblet, pledging me,—and all,

Sun, moon and firmament are mine to-night.