From “Phantasmion” - One Face Alone

ONE face alone, one face alone,  
 These eyes require;  
But, when that long’d-for sight is shown,  
 What fatal fire  
Shoots through my veins a keen and liquid flame,
That melts each fibre of my wasting frame!  
 
One voice alone, one voice alone,  
 I pine to hear;  
But, when its meek mellifluous tone  
 Usurps mine ear,
Those slavish chains about my soul are wound,  
Which ne’er, till death itself, can be unbound.  
 
One gentle hand, one gentle hand,  
 I fain would hold;  
But, when it seems at my command,
 My own grows cold;  
Then low to earth I bend in sickly swoon,  
Like lilies drooping ’mid the blaze of noon.