The Star and the Garter

What sadness closes in between Your eyes and mine to-day, my queen? In dewfall of our glance hath come The chill of sunset in hot lands 'Mid iris and chrysanthemum. Well do I know the shaken sands Within the surf, the beaten bar Of coral, the white nenuphar Of moonrise stealing o'er the bay. So here's the darkness, and the day Sinks, and a chill clusters, and I Wrap close the cloak: then is it so To-day, you rose-gleam on the snow, My own true lover? Ardently I dare not look: I never looked So: that you know. But insight keen We (laugh and) call not "love." Now crooked The light swerves somehow. Do you mean- What? There is coldness and regret Set like the stinging winter spray Blown blind back from a waterfall On Cumbrian moors at Christmas. Wet The cold cheek numbs itself. A way Is here to make-an end of all? What sadness closes in between Your eyes and mine to-day, my Queen?