Of that so sweet imprisonment 
My soul, dearest, is fain -- - 
Soft arms that woo me to relent 
And woo me to detain. 
Ah, could they ever hold me there 
Gladly were I a prisoner! 

Dearest, through interwoven arms 
By love made tremulous, 
That night allures me where alarms 
Nowise may trouble us; 
But lseep to dreamier sleep be wed 
Where soul with soul lies prisoned.