The candle fades,
The midnight shades
Turn suddenly a starry blue—
And now to dreams, my soul, of you!
THE ABSENT LOVER
The purple of the summer fields, the dark
Of forests, and the upward mountain sweep—
Broken by crag, and scar of avalanche;
The trembling of the tops of million trees;
A world of sunlight thrilled with winds of dawn;
All these I feel, I breathe, all these I am
When with closed eyes I bring thy presence near,
And touch thy spirit with my spirit's love.
"TO-NIGHT THE MUSIC DOTH A BURDEN BEAR"
To-night the music doth a burden bear—
One word that moans and murmurs; doth exhale
Tremulously as perfume on the air
From out a rose blood-red, or lily pale.
The burden is thy name, dear soul of me,
Which the rapt melodist unknowing all
Still doth repeat through fugue and reverie;
Thy name, to him unknown, to me doth call,
And weeps my heart at every music-fall.
SANCTUM SANCTORUM
I
I thought I knew the mountain's every mood,
Gray, black with storms, or lit by lightening dawn;
