AT AMALFI

Come to the window, you who are mine.

Waken! the night is calling.

Sit by me here — with the moon's fair shine

Into your deep eyes falling.

The sea afar is a fearful gloom;

Lean from the casement, listen!

Anear it breaks with a faery spume,

Spraying the rocks that glisten.

The little white town below lies deep

As eternity in slumber.

O, you who are mine, how a glance can reap

Beauties beyond all number!

And, how as sails that at anchor ride

Our spirits rock together

On a sea of love — lit as this tide

With tenderest star-weather!

Till the gray dawn is redd'ning up,

Over the moon low-lying.

Come, come away — we have drunk the cup:

Ours is the dream undying!