HER VESPER SONG.

The Summer lightning comes and goes

In one pale cloud above the hill,

As if within its soft repose

A burning heart were never still —

As in my bosom pulses beat

Before the coming of his feet.

All drugged with odorous sleep, the rose

Breathes dewy balm about the place,

As if the dreams the garden knows

Took immaterial form and face —

As in my heart sweet thoughts arise

Beneath the ardour of his eyes.

The moon above the darkness shows

An orb of silvery snow and fire,

As if the night would now disclose

To heav'n her one divine desire —

As in the rapture of his kiss

All of my soul is drawn to his.

The cloud, it knows not that it glows;

The rose knows nothing of its scent;

Nor knows the moon that it bestows

Light on our earth and firmament —

So is the soul unconscious of

The beauties it reveals through LOVE.