• We, drinking love at the furthest springs,
    Covered with love as a covering tree,
    We had grown as gods, as the gods above,
    Filled from the heart to the lips with love,
    Held fast in his hands, clothed warm with his wings,
    O love, my love, had you loved but me!

    Algernon Charles Swinburne (1873). “Poems and Ballads”, p.41