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

A feast that has no wine! O joy intense,
Clear ecstasy in one white river-room!
To-night my Love is with me in the bloom
Of roses—laughing at their redolence:
“A cedar-coffer, a miasma dense
With suck of honey.”...Dote on their perfume,
Find tropes! I, shuddering at thy rescued doom,
Sigh for some wider token to my sense
Of the wonder that I have of thee, my bride,
My feast....The candles burn: they are too few.
But, hist! the river-night hath heard my sigh:
The candles reappear and multiply.
Procession-wise in filmy lights outside;
And the oar plashes as from singing dew.