Was ever love so wonderful as this?
Do others in so sober a disguise
Walk golden pavements under sapphire skies,
Drunk with unspoken words, elate with bliss?
Has self so lost itself in any kiss? Stars answered so to stars in shining eyes?
Or in such blithe forgetting to be wise
Have others scorned love's least delight to miss?
Lovers half-seen in spring-enchanted park,
Drawn each to eager each in the kind dark;
Illumined faces glimpsed, and hardly-heard,
Tense voices breaking on a low-pitched word
Have waked my jealous wonder. Has this band
Loved as we love, and do they understand?