Thread: "human love"

Lay your sleeping head,
My love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away.

Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children,
And the grave
proves the child ephemeral:

But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal,
Guilty,
But to me,
The entirely beautiful.

Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abtrack insight wakes
Among the glacires and the rocks
The hermit's carnal ectasy.

Certainty,
Fidelity,
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibration of a bell
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall a whistper,
Not a thought,
Not a kiss nor a look be lost.

Beauty,
Midnight,
Vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of welcome show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find our mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness find you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by Every human love.