INTANGIBLE

Dear, you are like the summer dusk to me,

The summer dusk when all the world seems still;

When purple shadows creep along the hill,

And birds are softly crooning in each tree.

You are the gentle-cool-eyed mystery

Of twilight hours. Sometime I think you will

Melt from me out into the dark, until

You turn to star-shine, silvering the sea.

Dear, even when your head is on my breast,

You seem no nearer than a moonbeam thrown

Across my heart. Your fingers have caressed

My hair so lightly that I scarce have known

Their pressure. You are like that time when rest

Steals up so softly that one feels alone!