Tonight, then, just tonight, I’ll think for you
All my uncensored love. I will make clear
Down the glass walls of dreams for men to view
This treasure of my fierce and desperate fear:
Casting the false cloak from the very true,
Behaving as if you alone were near:
Heart, there is never a madness I’ll not do
For you who neither speak nor think nor care.

So out of tune! but when dead centuries
Have rimmed their margin to this tale of ours,
Younger eyes will peep and fill and flow
To comprehend a passion such as this,
Dazzling across the unrecorded hours
Of all the waste that only lovers know.