Maria mia! sweet and wise
Those darkling, deep, Italian eyes,
Maria!
Maria mia! starry skies
Hold no such brightness as those eyes,
Maria!
Maria mia! turn, O turn
Those eyes away that beam and burn,
Maria!
Maria mia! when those eyes
Burn close, O close, I am not wise,
Maria!
I am not wise,
Maria!
OBSCURATION
This night, when I blew out my candle flame,
The window's dark square suddenly turned white!—
I had not known the half-moon shone so bright,
And that a cool, sweet, silent moonbeam came
Through summer air, faint-touched with autumn frost,
And poured upon my floor a pool of light!
Pure, heavenly visitant—and almost thou wert lost.
"I DREAMED"
I dreamed a tender and mysterious dream
Of one who, threading paths of earthly fate,
In a rich twilight walked, with heart aglow,
And all his soul vibrant with unheard tones,
"Drawn, drawn by the soft splendor of a face."
