How can I lightly speak thy wondrous name, Which breathes the airy fragrance of thyself, As might, far straying from his flower, the elf Hold yet a breath within his fragile frame Of the flower's soul, betraying whence he came? I too, beloved, though we stray apart, Since in the vestal temple of thy heart I dwell secure, glow with a sacred flame. A breath of thy sweet self unto me clings-- A wondrous voice, as of large unborn deeds, With deep resoundings, through my being rings, And unto wider realms of vision leads. And dead to me are sorrow, doubt, and pain; The slumbering god within me wakes again.