"So say the foolish!" Say the foolish so, Love?
"Flower she is, my rose" or else, "My very swan is she"
Or perhaps, "Yon maid-moon, blessing earth below, Love,
That art thou!" to them, belike: no such vain words from me.

"Hush, rose, blush! no balm like breath," I chide it:
"Bend thy neck its best, swan, hers the whiter curve!"
Be the moon the moon: my Love I place beside it:
What is she? Her human self, no lower word will serve.