Wild honey from various thyme :: :: University of Virginia Library

They twain by Ostia's gardens, being spent
With a long journey, feeling need to win
New strength for a new voyage, far from din
Of the world's turmoil, in a window leant
Together and alone; and, with the scent
And flower of many roses flowing in,
Perceived the rule of the great peace begin
That has its towers beyond the firmament.
Love, were it possible that thou and I,
Being one day together soul to soul,
At shore of some wide waters, in the flush
Of roses tinging them, might so draw nigh
That we might feel of our accord the hush,
Binding all creatures, of God's pure control!