Deelish!

Deelish, Deelish, my eyes are darkened 
All for the light in your eyes grown dim: 
Because of the words my ears have hearkened, 
Mute falls the music of prayer and hymn: 
Good days are over with you, my lover —
You're cold: let the warm world sink or swim! 

Deelish, Deelish, where you lie lonely 
Do you start and listen for me to come — 
Morning and midnight waiting only 
Till my steps silence the wild bees' hum? 
Bees, go on singing, your honey bringing— 
Comfort my lover where he lies dumb. 

Deelish, Deelish, my gown I'll gather 
Full of heather and canna white; 
Walk alone where we walked together— 
And come to you ere the fall of night. 
No priest will bless me, but you will kiss me, 
Deelish, and will not our dreams be light?