In the deeps of Dream...

In the deeps of Dream

O'er the pool of Sleep

A lone star her face

Seeking, with song-kindled eyes

Her Isle of Rest.

Across the dusky hills

The first flush of waking

Unfurls its silver banner

To signal the Isle for her:

She vanishes, as before, into the fading Night.

Thus the Eye of Life

Searches for the home of Peace

Night after night:

And when the sun of Death rises

It flees,— it loves its own night.