Tell me again , and then lift up to me
     Those frail white arms of thine , and touch my face ,
     And wrap me wholly in thine eyes ' embrace ,
Till God's sure hand run fire round thee and me .
Tell me again , and let thy speaking be
     A faint phrased echo , delicate as lace ,
     Of seas sonorous through the void of space ,
The low , lost rhythm of immensity .

Tell me again , and where thy breasts divide
     Pillow my weariness , -- the breath of Fall
          Shall blow crisp crimson leaves upon thy hair ;
Thy presence is as where a song has died ,
     And left its memory grieving over all
          This vital solitude of autumn air .