Between the lips (all cherry-red),
By love and warm desires fed.
But to the acting of this private play:
Thus, thus to come unto me ;
And when I shall meet
Thy silv'ry feet,
My soul I'll pour into thee. (16-20)
Of roses, almost smothered:
The warmth and sweetness had me there
Made lovingly familiar;
But that I heard thy sweet breath say,
Faults done by night will blush by day;
I kissed thee, panting, and I call
Night to the record! that was all.
But, ah! if empty dreams so please,
Love, give me more such nights as these. (www.luminarium.org)