BOOK IV THE YELLOW POPPY

 “But oh, the night! oh! bitter-sweet, oh, sweet!
?O dark, O moon and stars, O ecstasy
?Of darkness! O great mystery of love,—
?In which absorbed, loss, anguish, treason’s self
?Enlarges rapture—as a pebble dropt
?In some full winecup over-brims the wine!”
Aurora Leigh.