David Given Schwarm

And other came…Desires and Adorations, Winged Persuasions and veil’d Destinies, Splendours, and Glooms, and glimmering Incarnations Of hopes and fears, and twilight Phantasies; And Sorrow, with her family of Sighs, And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam Of her own dying smile instead of eyes, Came in slow pomp; the moving pomp might…

Another Splendour on this mouth alit, That mouth, whence it was wont to draw the breath Which gave it strength to pierce the guarded with, And pass into the panting heart beneath With lightning and with music: the damp death Quench’d its caress upon his icy lips; And, as a dying meteor stains a wreath…

One from a lucid urn of starry dew Wash’d his light limbs as if embalming them; Another clipp’d her profuse locks, and threw The wreath up him, like an anadem, Which frozen tears instead of pearls begem; Another in her wilful grief would break Her bow and winged reeds, as if to stem A greater…

The science of nympholepsy is a precise science.