XXXI + 

These delicates he heap’d with glowing hand + 

On golden dishes and in baskets bright + 

Of wreathed silver: sumptuous they stand + 

In the retired quiet of the night, + 

Filling the chilly room with perfume light.⁠— + 

“And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake! + 

Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: + 

Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes’ sake, + 

Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.” + 