HAUNTINGThere is no peace amid the moonlight and the pines;Deep in the windless gloom the lamplike thought of youAbides; and ah, what burning memories pursueMy heart among the pallid marbles!*** Night assignsYour silver face for wardress of the doors of Sleep;Beyond the wild, last bourn of dreamland, lo, your eyesAre on the lonesome, ultimate, undiscovered skies;Moonlike and dim, you wander ever in the deepWhich is the secret, innermost, unknown abyssOf my own soul, and in its night your spirit lives.****Shall I not find the very draught that Lethe gives,Sweet with your tears, and warm with savour of your kiss?
There is no peace amid the moonlight and the pines;Deep in the windless gloom the lamplike thought of youAbides; and ah, what burning memories pursueMy heart among the pallid marbles!*** Night assignsYour silver face for wardress of the doors of Sleep;Beyond the wild, last bourn of dreamland, lo, your eyesAre on the lonesome, ultimate, undiscovered skies;Moonlike and dim, you wander ever in the deepWhich is the secret, innermost, unknown abyssOf my own soul, and in its night your spirit lives.****Shall I not find the very draught that Lethe gives,Sweet with your tears, and warm with savour of your kiss?
There is no peace amid the moonlight and the pines;Deep in the windless gloom the lamplike thought of youAbides; and ah, what burning memories pursueMy heart among the pallid marbles!*** Night assignsYour silver face for wardress of the doors of Sleep;Beyond the wild, last bourn of dreamland, lo, your eyesAre on the lonesome, ultimate, undiscovered skies;Moonlike and dim, you wander ever in the deepWhich is the secret, innermost, unknown abyssOf my own soul, and in its night your spirit lives.****Shall I not find the very draught that Lethe gives,Sweet with your tears, and warm with savour of your kiss?
There is no peace amid the moonlight and the pines;Deep in the windless gloom the lamplike thought of youAbides; and ah, what burning memories pursueMy heart among the pallid marbles!*** Night assigns
There is no peace amid the moonlight and the pines;
Deep in the windless gloom the lamplike thought of you
Abides; and ah, what burning memories pursue
My heart among the pallid marbles!*** Night assigns
Your silver face for wardress of the doors of Sleep;Beyond the wild, last bourn of dreamland, lo, your eyesAre on the lonesome, ultimate, undiscovered skies;Moonlike and dim, you wander ever in the deep
Your silver face for wardress of the doors of Sleep;
Beyond the wild, last bourn of dreamland, lo, your eyes
Are on the lonesome, ultimate, undiscovered skies;
Moonlike and dim, you wander ever in the deep
Which is the secret, innermost, unknown abyssOf my own soul, and in its night your spirit lives.****Shall I not find the very draught that Lethe gives,Sweet with your tears, and warm with savour of your kiss?
Which is the secret, innermost, unknown abyss
Of my own soul, and in its night your spirit lives.****
Shall I not find the very draught that Lethe gives,
Sweet with your tears, and warm with savour of your kiss?