I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look'd at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. - John Keats

She hurried at his words, beset with fears,
For there were sleeping dragons all around,
At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found. — In all the house was heard no human sound.
A chain-droop'd lamp was flickering by each door;
The arras, rich with horseman, hawk, and hound,
Flutter'd in the besieging wind's uproar;
And the long carpets rose along the gusty floor.

Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams
The summer time away.

I can bear to die - I cannot bear to leave her.