Nightfall

Low on the lilac breast of eve The yellow rose of sunset lies... Beneath my cheek, with little sighs, I feel thy happy bosom heave. Ah, darling, let the sun depart, And night usurp the western hills; A dearer flame thy bosom fills, And clearer suns are in my heart. Love hath no need of other light; Thy kisses on my lips and eyes, Are like the dawn in Paradise That burns upon the lidded sight. Our bodies find an ecstacy, A deepening rapture, soft and fair, Like the blue seas and roseal air About the isles of Faery. Thine ardent limbs are mine to hold; From brow to breast, from knee to side, My kisses and caresses glide, Like unseen flames of red and gold.