The bounding main is stormless tonight.
The tide remains full, the night's eye patent
Upon the straits;--on the east coast the bright
Light shines and vanishes; the mountains against
The winds needn't shake at their foundations tonight.
So come hither, Dear, to the casement new & clear,
Where I can close my arms around you and breathe
In your lovely air -rocking, swaying to the rhythm
Of the Romantic guitar, in this peace, in this moment,
Which has bound me to this sphere that ne'er shall cease
To revolve around us on an axis of loving-kindness untl
When we ascend to the heavens upon wings & prayers.