Some starlit garden grey with dew,  
  Some chamber flushed with wine and fire,  
  What matters where, so I and you  
  Are worthy our desire?
XII - Poems (1898) - Rhymes And Rhythms
Some starlit garden grey with dew,  
  Some chamber flushed with wine and fire,  
  What matters where, so I and you  
  Are worthy our desire?
XII - Poems (1898) - Rhymes And Rhythms