I was again beside thee in a dream: 
Earth was so beautiful, the moon was shining; 
The muffled voice of many a cataract stream 
Came like a love-song, as, with arms entwining, 
Our hearts were mixed in unison supreme. 

The wind lay spell-bound in each pillared pine, 
The tasselled larches had no sound or motion, 
As my whole life was sinking into thine-- 
Sinking into a deep, unfathomed ocean 
Of infinite love--uncircumscribed, divine. 

Night held her breath, it seemed, with all her stars: 
Eternal eyes that watched in mute compassion 
Our little lives o'erleap their mortal bars, 
Fused in the fulness of immortal passion, 
A passion as immortal as the stars. 

There was no longer any thee or me; 
No sense of self, no wish or incompleteness 
The moment, rounded to Eternity, 
Annihilated time's destructive fleetness: 
For all but love itself had ceased to be.