Hers was a space 

            That had no gate

            Or fence, and therefore lacked the grace

            Of borders and the fate

            Of a beyond

            Though from within

            Horizons played

            Like the deliciousness of sin

            However long I stayed

            So sweetly bound

            And from without

            An endless hush

            Reminded me that there was truth

            In beauty’s burning bush

            As yet unknown

            The wit and charm

            Of my release

            Betrayed no hollow but alarm

            That one could ever cease

            Upon her dawn

            And she, I knew,

            Would never grieve

            The presence of an absent clue

            Nor ever grant reprieve

            For warmth