XXVII + 

My own Beloved, who hast lifted me + 

From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, + 

And in betwixt the languid ringlets blown + 

A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully + 

Shines out again, as all the angels see, + 

Before thy saving kiss! My own, my own, + 

Who camest to me when the world was gone, + 

And I who looked for only God, found thee! + 

I find thee: I am safe, and strong, and glad. + 

As one who stands in dewless asphodel + 

Looks backward on the tedious time he had + 

In the upper life⁠—so I, with bosom-swell, + 

Make witness, here, between the good and bad, + 

That Love, as strong as Death, retrieves as well. + 