midnight
None is evermore molested ; None who joyously hath feasted , At our sumptuous table seated , Wisheth to be gone . Hushed is sorrow 's loud complaining , Wonders are no longer greeted , Bitter tears no longer raining , Hour-glass ever floweth on . Holy kindness deeply swelling , In blest contemplation buried , Heaven in the soul is dwelling With a cloudless breast ; In our raiment long and flowing Through spring-meadows are we carried , Where rude winds are never blowing , In this land of perfect rest . Pleasing lure of midnight hours Quiet sphere of hidden powers , Rapture of mysterious pleasure , These alone our prize ; Ours alone that highest measure , Where ourselves in streamlets pouring , Then in dew-drops upward soaring , Drink we as we flow or rise . First with us grew life from love ; Closely like the elements Do we mangle Being 's waves , Foaming heart with heart . Hotly separate the waves , For the strife of elements Is the highest life of love , And the very heart of hearts . Whispered talk of gentle wishes Hear we only , we are gazing Ever into eyes transfigured , Tasting nought but mouth and kiss ; All that we are only touching , Change to balmy fruits and glowing , Change to bosoms soft and tender , Offerings to daring bliss .