Intermezzo in love and jalousie

Who whispered in your ear that secret
Few goodness’s  have heard…
That love full of faith and fear
That’s true only if kept secret ?
Who told it to you so soon ?


Not me, for I’d not dare tell you,
Not someone else, for none else knew it.
But whose brow lightly grazed your hair
To fill your ear with what he felt?
Was it someone, was it ?


Or was it solely your dreaming and I who 
dreamed  you dreaming it ?
Was it simply some jealousy of mine
That  assumed it spoken, since I’ll never speak it.
That supposed it done, since I only feigned it,
In dreams not even I know of ?


Be that as it may - who was it that so lightly
At your ear, attending vaguely,
Told you of this love present in me
But like the merest passing through
That yearns and feels not ?


It was desire,  unvoiced and bodiless,
That, hearing me dream you,
Spoke the phrase eternal, so mad 
and so unworthy -
The phrase the gods hope for from 
that joyfulness
By which Olympus is diminished ?