Dedication to her

To whom I owe the. leaping delight

That quickens my senses in our waking

And the rhythm of our sleeping and

Our breathing as one

lovers whose bodies smell of each other

Who think the same thoughts

without the need of speech,

And babble the same speech

without need of meaning…

No peevish winter wind shall chill

No sullen tropic sun shall wither

The roses in the rose-garden

which is ours

and ours only

But this is for others to read:

These are private words

addressed to you in public.

No peevish winter wind shall chill

No sullen tropic sun shall wither

The roses in the rose-garden

which is ours

and ours only

But this is for others to read:

These are private words

addressed to you in public.