Counting soundless candles in uncounted hours, I saw the lady of my dreams possessed, In naked raiment sleeping unperplexed. Two voiceless breaths in confinement there Were all there was of what stirred the air, As crooked candles left the ceiling lit, but bare. Crenellations of the sultry moon Sent long waves of light to other rooms, Other breathers, other eyes half-shut to other cares, And left these eyes to love our circles as they were.