In russet seclusion, rustic by glade-
light, I, overenamored by bough bend,
by leaflight, jade look longing to eye-rend
you, your visage inpouring, that green shade,
that blue moss, my leopard bower invade;
as cover then your eyes as foliage blend,
my covey in circlet brightened to fend,
friendly, fiercely, from all darkening raid.
Sometimes dark I am discovered, and you
hovered as haven fair natural face
fast love's wild retreat to sheltering lair;
sometime azured by your eyes, false found, who,
hidden in fear, fears time's fear, love's true pace,
whose ferreting gaze all blood natures bare.