Beyond a mortal man impassioned far,
At these voluptuous accents, he arose,
Ethereal, flushed, and like a throbbing star,
Seen 'mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose,
Into her dream he melted, as the Rose 
Blendeth its odor with the Violet -elixer sweet:

Meantime the frost-wind blows
Like a lover's quarrelled rage
Against the windowpanes;
MidKnights' Moon hath set
Within your dreams your eyes hath met
His touch on yours both mingle wet.

Your slightest whim to consumate
At your command Adonis waits
To warm against the empty howl,
To satisfy thy maiden's fate,
To dry your tears and satiate...
His Milky Way is at your gate.