"I shall sleep, and move with the moving ships,
Change as the winds change, veer, in the tide;
My lips will feast on the foam of thy lips,
I shall rise with thy rising, with thee subside;
Sleep, and not know if she be, if she were,
Filled full with life, to the eyes and hair,
As a rose is fulfilled to the roseleaf tips
With splendid summer and perfume and pride."

(the rose II by prismes)