II. CANDLE-LIGHT

Where through the open window I could see

The supper-table in the golden light

Of tall white candles — brasses glinting bright

On the black gleaming board, and crockery

Coloured like gardens of old Araby —

In your blue gown against the walls of white

You stood adream, and in the starry night

I felt strange loneliness steal over me.

You stood with eyes upon the candle flame

That kindled your thick hair to burnished gold,

As in a golden spell that seemed to hold

My heart's love rapt from me for evermore...

And then you stirred, and opening the door,

Into the starry night you breathed my name.