Pickthorn Manor: 32

Her eyelids fell again at that sweet sight,
“My Love!” she murmured, “Dearest! Oh, my Dear!”
He took her in his arms and bore her right
And tenderly to the old seat, and “Here
I have you mine at last,” she said, and swooned
Under his kisses. When she came once more
To sight of him, she smiled in comfort knowing
Herself laid as before
Close covered on his breast. And all her glowing
Youth answered him, and ever nearer growing
She twined him in her arms and soft festooned