Page:Poems, Volume 2, Coates, 1916.djvu/178

162 Ah, would that I, through tender gloom

Upmounting, lover-wise,

Might find her in the fragrant room,—

Her virgin Paradise,—

But for one night behold the light

Beam in her charmèd eyes!

Alas! I shall nor lead her down

The steep and skyey stair,

Nor find her here in the dull town,

The sunlight on her hair,—

Yet, could we meet, my heart would greet

And know her anywhere!