Sonnet Cclxiv:

Once as I slumbered, with my heart awake-- Love's lonely sentinel--my lady stood, Fair in the glory of her womanhood, Beside the bed made restless for her sake. Awhile she paused in pity, as to slake The burning eyes I plunged beneath her flood Of gold-brown hair, sole veil to flesh and blood That shone, like morn, through every rift and break. Slowly I traveled with my longing glance From budded bosom down to supple feet-- Delicious voyage, that lagged at each advance! What more delight might then have been my chance, Had not my heart a wild alarum beat-- Too faithful watcher, thus to end my trance!