Dear Heart, What Thing May Symbolise For Us A Love Like Ours, What Gift, Whate'Er It Be, Hold More Significance 'Twixt Thee And Me Than Paltry Words A Truth Miraculous; Or The Poor Signs That In Astronomy Tell Giant Splendours In Their Gleaming Might: Yet Love Would Still Give Such, As In Delight To Mock Their Impotence - So This For Thee. This Song For Thee! Our Sweetest Honeycomb Of Lovesome Thought And Passion-Hearted Rhyme, Builded Of Gold And Kisses And Desire, By That Wild Poet Who So Many A Time Our Hungering Lips Have Blessed, Until A Fire Burnt Speech Up And The Wordless Hour Had Come.