XIV

Even as this line I write,

Do I know that she is near;

Happy am I, every night

Comes she back to bid me cheer;

Kissing her, I hold her fast;

Win her into life at last.

Did I dream that yesterday

On yon mountain ridge a glow

Soft as moonstone paled away,

Leaving less forlorn the snow?

Could it be the sun? Oh, fain

Would I see the sun again!

Oh, to see a coral dawn

Gladden to a crocus glow!

Day's a spectre dim and wan,

Dancing on the furtive snow;

Night's a cloud upon my brain:

Oh, to see the sun again!

You who find us in this place,

Have you pity in your breast;

Let us in our last embrace,

Under earth sun-hallowed rest.

Night's a claw upon my brain:

Oh, to see the sun again!