215. Lovers How They Come and Part
A Gyges ring they bear about them still,To be, and not seen when and where they will;They tread on clouds, and though they sometimes fall,They fall like dew, and make no noise at all:So silently they one to th’ other come,As colours steal into the pear or plum,And air-like, leave no pression to be seenWhere’er they met, or parting place has been.