THE LAMP

The lamp shone golden where she slept,

Shining against deep-folded shadows.

There was no stir but her slow breathing

Save when a long sigh crept

Between her lips.

Her hair spread dark in that faint light,

Her shut eyes showed the long dark lashes —

Still now, that with her laughter quivered.

On the white sheet lay white

And limp her hands.

Golden against the shadow shone

The lamp's small flame, till dawn was brightening,

And on the flame a gold beam slanted.

The shadows lingering on

Grew faint and thin.

Sleeping she murmured, stirred and sighed,

A dream from her sleep-vision faded.

Her earthly eyes‘ neath languid eyelids

Wakened: her bosom cried,

“Come back, come back,

“Come back, my dream!” Rising she drest

Her beauty's lamp with cunning fingers.

She had the look of birds a-flutter

Round dewy trees with breast

Throbbing with song.