Go from me. Hide such perfect loveliness
Afar beyond the tread of mortal feet;
I want not the soft touch of lips that meet
Above love's bier. I want not your caress,
Nor the white violet of your nakedness;
I want not love as others love; instead
Grant me the vision of your beauty fled,
The nocturne image of your youth. Ah, less
Than other lovers' is my need, yet more
For the heart's keeping; there I sweet enclose
The memoried fragrance of the blossoming rose,
And with a reverential joy explore
Each sacred nook of sense and spirit. Dear,
Go from me that the dream may bring you near!