What is so beautiful as the bodies of lovers,
Seeing each other unashamed and naked,
And knowing that not sunrise and not moonrise
Has ever touched the world with such a wonder?

What is so living as the embrace of lovers
Who in the darkness turn and clasp each other,
And laugh, and feel their souls and bodies shaken
By the wild passion of discovered beauty?

What is so silent as the sleep of lovers
Who, when their longing and their love is over,
Shall lie in the dim earth, nor hear the murmur
Of other lovers passionate in the midnight?