FROM the candles and dumb shadows, | |
And the house where love had died, | |
I stole to the vast moonlight | |
And the whispering life outside. | |
But I found no lips of comfort, | 5 |
No home in the moons light | |
(I, little and lone and frightened | |
In the unfriendly night), | |
And no meaning in the voices.
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Far over the lands and through | 10 |
The dark, beyond the ocean, | |
I willed to think of you! | |
For I knew, had you been with me | |
Id have known the words of night, | |
Found peace of heart, gone gladly | 15 |
In comfort of that light. | |
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Oh! the wind with soft beguiling | |
Would have stolen my thought away; | |
And the night, subtly smiling, | |
Came by the silver way; | 20 |
And the moon came down and danced to me, | |
And her robe was white and flying; | |
And trees bent their heads to me | |
Mysteriously crying; | |
And dead voices wept around me; | 25 |
And dead soft fingers thrilled; | |
And the little gods whispered.
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But ever | |
Desperately I willed; | |
Till all grew soft and far | 30 |
And silent.
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And suddenly | |
I found you white and radiant, | |
Sleeping quietly, | |
Far out through the tides of darkness. | 35 |
And I there in that great light | |
Was alone no more, nor fearful; | |
For there, in the homely night, | |
Was no thought else that mattered, | |
And nothing else was true, | 40 |
But the white fire of moonlight, | |
And a white dream of you. | |