And I was thus absorbed, until it passed,
  And like the vapors when the sun sinks down,
  Gathering again in drops upon the pines,
  And tremulous as they, in the deep night
  My being was condensed; and as the rays
  Of thought were slowly gathered, I could hear
  His voice, whose accents lingered ere they died
  Like footsteps of weak melody; thy name
  Among the many sounds alone I heard
  Of what might be articulate; though still
  I listened through the night when sound was none.
  Ione wakened then, and said to me:
  'Canst thou divine what troubles me tonight?
  I always knew what I desired before,
  Nor ever found delight to wish in vain.
  But now I cannot tell thee what I seek;
  I know not; something sweet, since it is sweet
  Even to desire; it is thy sport, false sister;
  Thou hast discovered some enchantment old,
  Whose spells have stolen my spirit as I slept
  And mingled it with thine; for when just now
  We kissed, I felt within thy parted lips
  The sweet air that sustained me; and the warmth
  Of the life-blood, for loss of which I faint,
  Quivered between our intertwining arms.'