Child, were I king, I’d yield my royal rule,

   My chariot, sceptre, vassal-service due,

My crown, my porphyry-basined waters cool,

My fleets, whereto the sea is but a pool,

   For a glance from you!

Love, were I God, the earth and its heaving airs,

   Angels, the demons abject under me,

Vast chaos with its teeming womby lairs,

Time, space, all would I give—aye, upper spheres,

   For a kiss from thee!