SINCE I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet, Since I my pallid¹ face between your hands have laid, Since I have known your soul, and all the bloom of it, And all the perfume rare, now buried in the shade；

    Since it was given to me to hear one happy while, The words wherein your heart spoke² all its mysteries, Since I have seen you weep, and since I have seen you smile, Your lips upon my lips, and your eyes upon my eyes；

    Since I have known above my forehead glance and gleam, A ray, a single ray, of your star, veiled always, Since I have felt the fall, upon my lifetime's stream, Of one rose petal³ plucked from the roses of your days；

    I now am bold to say to the swift changing hours, Pass, pass upon your way, for I grow never old, Fleet to the dark abysm with all your fading flowers, One rose that none may pluck, within my heart I hold.

    Your flying wings may smite⁴, but they can never spill The cup fulfilled of love, from which my lips are wet； My heart has far more fire than you have frost to chill, My soul more love than you can make my soul forget.