John Regnault Ellyson

DID ever aught make love to you as I?

Ah, no!

Oh, yes—the mirror and the sea;

The sea communes with you as silently,

The mirror and I hold your beauties high—

We love you as our queen and never lie.

You scarcely know my voice—how can I be

Your queen? You must give over seeing me.

Raiment and food and drink would you deny?

You have the worship of mine eyes, and rare

Devotion such as none may mar or break:

What more?

Your very silence is unfair—

Nor will you let me speak when I’m awake!

You speak to me in music everywhere,

Through all sweet music that the masters make.