Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm: Time and fevers burn away Individual
                                                                                        beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day
                                                                                        Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful.

                                                                                        Soul and body have no bounds: To lovers as they lie upon Her tolerant enchanted slope In their ordinary
                                                                                         swoon, Grave the vision Venus sends Of supernatural sympathy, Universal love and hope; While an abstract insight
                                                                                        wakes Among the glaciers and the rocks The hermit's carnal ecstacy.

                                                                                        Certainty, fidelity On the stroke of midnight pass Like vibrations of a bell And fashionable madmen raise
                                                                                        Their pedantic boring cry: Every farthing of the cost. All the dreaded cards foretell. Shall be paid, but from this
                                                                                        night Not a whisper, not a thought. Not a kiss nor look be lost.

                                                                                        Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day
                                                                                        of welcome show Eye and knocking heart may bless, Find our mortal world enough; Noons of dryness find you
                                                                                        fed By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love.