We lay in shade diaphanous
And spoke the light that burns in us
As in the glooming's net I caught her,
She shimmered like reflected water!
Romantic and emphatic moods
Are not for her whom life eludes...
Its vulgar tinsel round her fold?
She'd rather shudder with the cold,
Attend just this elusive hour,
A shadow in a shadow bower,
A moving imagery so fine,
It must have been her soul near mine
And so we blended and possessed
Each in each the phantom guest,
Inseparate, we scarcely met;
Yet other love-nights we forget!