Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.
And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.