Beneath the Salvias + 

Beneath the salvias, where some angel slew + 

The favors that were granted by his god, + 

My heart is hidden; let thy feet be shod + 

With feathers plucked from my wings of crimson hue. + 

When here again thou might’st be wandering through; + 

Look not above; I’m breathing in the sod, + 

A-mindless of the years, ’neath which I’m trod⁠— + 

Of Spring birds’ song, or shrieks of Winter’s crew. + 

Here let me sleep, my lady: wake me not; + 

Here let me gather, hidden from the moon + 

And the sun, the strength to rise again and see; + 

No sweeter, dearer, more enchanting spot + 

Is there for my sick heart; O, not so soon⁠— + 

Awake me not⁠—O, let me dream of thee. + 