The clouds shall help, sweet canopies, To smooth the anxiety. Of love who bears the leaf. While wandering on bended knees, With a pity, shall bless the day, Yet encumbered hours lay, lost in the leaves.
O that flowered glory and peace, Whose touching hands could ever bring] Each breath that shown with such joy amiss, Linger the length of a golden ring:
- Coventry Patmore