He
Dreams of old acquaintance now pass through me,
Ne’er-forgotten queen of hours of blisses.
Likenesses I’ve often found, but this is
One that quite a marvel seemeth to me!
She
Travellers often wonder beyond measure,
But their wonder soon see cause to smother;
Fair and dark are often like each other,
Both inspire the mind with equal pleasure.
He
Not now for the first time I surrender
To this form, in humble adoration;
It was brightest midst the constellation
In the hail adorn’d with festal splendour.
She
Be thou joyful that ’tis in my power
To complete thy strange and merry story!
Silks behind her, full of purple glory,
Floated, when thou saw’st her in that hour.