Equinox—would I had it for to spend
With my beloved on a sun-draped knoll,
Or where a prattling stream in woods doth bend
To join his river mother, soul to soul;
Or, in my fleetest fancy, in a spring
Of cleansing tears that deepest earth hath shed,
Reclining in the warmth, as love takes wing,
The Lap of Nature as our feathered bed.
Such images as these provide the will
To grapple with another captive day,
And slay the hours till in her arms I rest,
And of her splendid nectars drink my fill.
Oh love, conspire with me to blaze the way
To make with her a pleasant, peaceful nest!