The Ecstasy

Where, like a pillow on a bed,

A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest

The violet's reclining head,

Sat we two, one another's best.

Our hands were firmly cémented

By a fast balm which thence did spring;

Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread

Our eyes upon one double string.

So to engraft our hands, as yet

Was all the means to make us one;

And pictures in our eyes to get

Was all our propagation.

As 'twixt two equal armies Fate

Suspends uncertain victory,

Our souls—which to advance their state

Were gone out—hung 'twixt her and me.