My heart is beating with all things that are,
My blood is wild unrest...
What love is in the moon's eternal eyes,
Leaning unto the earth from out the midnight skies!...
This mellow autumn night!
On the late flowers I linger at thy feet.
I tremble when I touch thy garment's rim,
I clasp thy waist, I feel thy bosom's beat—
O kiss me into faintness sweet and dim!
Thou leanest to me as a swelling peach,
Full-juiced and mellow, leaneth to the taker's reach...