WHENCE DO you bring this disquiet, my love?

        Let my heart touch yours and kiss the pain out of your silence.

        The night has thrown up from its depth this little hour, that love may build a new world within these shut doors, to be lighted by this solitary lamp.

        We have for music but a single reed which our two pairs of lips must play on by turns-for crown, only one garland to bind my hair after I have put it on your forehead.

        Tearing the veil from my breast I shall make our bed on the floor; and one kiss and one sleep of delight shall fill our small boundless world.