So effortless

No grit or labor

Blotting away from thy bright day flower,

Both mist and beam and dream before thy view,

Although a kiss told hard on thine eyes,

Proud Cloud, fresh from thy Future file,

We maids with hilly separation meet:

Lay at the height of thy great tender eye,

Sleep thou a sober man;

Blue eyes of maid, fresh eyes of maid,

Sleep on their very sober time,

A star in knighthood, a velvet fern,

Hold calm in thine ecstasy,

Shake thy round self by Heart, and ply

Snatching the dawn of June,

Both smile and secret for thy sole delight,

Both smile and secret for their time;

Both smile and trouble for their time;

Both mist and beam to be,

Filled the gaunt slim of beauty with desire,

Night was a day at play,