“But when I find a heart that’s like to mine,
With love to live through the unloving hour,
Folded in faith, like violets that have lien
Folded in warm earth, till the sunny shower
Calleth them forth; thoughts with my thoughts to twine,
Weaving around us both a fragrant bower,
Where we within may sleep, together drawn,
Folded in love until the morning dawn;

“Then shall I rest, my weary day’s work o’er,
A deep sleep bathing, steeping all my soul,
Dissolving out the earth-stains evermore. 
Thou too shalt sleep with me, and be made whole. 
All, all time’s billows over us shall pour,
Then ebb away, and far beneath us roll: 
We shall behold them like a stormy lake,
’Neath the clear height of peace where we awake.”

Her face on his, her lips on his lips pressed,
Was the sole answer that the maiden made. 
With both his arms he held her to his breast;
’Twas but a moment; yet, before he said
One other word, of power to strengthen, lest
She should give way amid the trial dread,
The clock gave out the warning to the hour,
And on the thatch fell sounds as of a shower.

One long kiss, and the maiden rose.  A fear
Fell like a shadow dim upon her heart,
A trembling as at something ghostly near;
But she was bold, for they were not to part. 
Then the youth rose, his cheek pale, his eyes clear;
And helped the maid, whose trembling hands did thwart
Her haste to tie her gathered mantle’s fold;
Then forth they went into the midnight cold.

The moon was sunken low in the dim west,
Curled upwards on the steep horizon’s brink,
A leaf of glory falling to its rest. 
The maiden’s hand, still trembling, scarce could link
Her to his side; but his arm round her waist
Stole gently; so she walked, and did not sink;
Her hand on his right side soon held him fast,
And so together wound, they onward passed.

And, clinging to his side, she felt full well
The strong and measured beating of his heart;
But as the floating moon aye lower fell,
Slowly she felt its bounding force depart,
Till like a throbbing bird; nor can she tell
Whether it beats, at length; and with a start
She felt the arm relax around her flung,
And on her circling arm he leaned and hung.

But as his steps more and more feeble grow,
She feels her strength and courage rise amain. 
He lifted up his head; the moon was low,
Almost on the world’s edge.  A smile of pain
Was on his lips, as his large eyes turned slow
Seeking for hers; which, like a heavy rain,
Poured love on him in many a love-lit gleam. 
So they walked like two souls, linked by one dream.[2]

[Footnote 2: 

In a lovely garden walking,
Two lovers went hand in hand;
Two wan, sick figures, talking,
They sat in the flowery land.

On the cheek they kissed each other,
And they kissed upon the mouth;
Fast clasped they one another—­
And back came their health and youth.