To__ ("The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see...")

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
      The wantonest singing birds,
Are lips - and all thy melody
      Of lip-begotten words -

Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined
      Then desolately fall,
O God! on my funereal mind
      Like starlight on a pall -

Thy heart - thy heart! - I wake and sigh,
      And sleep to dream till day
Of the truth that gold can never buy -
      Of the baubles that it may.