| 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 moon’s light | |
| (I, little and lone and frightened | |
| In the unfriendly night), | |
| And no meaning in the voices.… | |
| 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 | |
| I’d 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.… | |
| But ever | |
| Desperately I willed; | |
| Till all grew soft and far | 30 |
| And silent.… | |
| 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. | |
