XXIIOf that so sweet imprisonmentMy soul, dearest, is fain—Soft arms that woo me to relentAnd woo me to detain.Ah, could they ever hold me thereGladly were I a prisoner!Dearest, through interwoven armsBy love made tremulous,That night allures me where alarmsNowise may trouble us;But sleep to dreamier sleep be wedWhere soul with soul lies prisoned.
Of that so sweet imprisonmentMy soul, dearest, is fain—Soft arms that woo me to relentAnd woo me to detain.Ah, could they ever hold me thereGladly were I a prisoner!Dearest, through interwoven armsBy love made tremulous,That night allures me where alarmsNowise may trouble us;But sleep to dreamier sleep be wedWhere soul with soul lies prisoned.