What though love requires no test,
In this rose-time after rain
Let me touch your hand again!--
Since caressing reassures
Lovers that their love endures,
Now, whatever dark may come,
Now, before our mouths are dumb,
While away the twilight slips--
Celia, let me kiss your lips!...
Until dawn shall be as blue
As the little veins of you
At the temple and the breast.