STARLESS MORNING
Towardstarless morning, when deep night had bowedOn slumber’s pillow my unhappy head,Through the dim room it drifted like acloud—And swayed in silence by my lonely bed.What had they done to you, that dumbly soYou covered with your hands your quietface—Dear, out of kindness, that I might not knowWhat horror there had wrought its dark disgrace!It was those hands, too passionately, too wellLoved, that betrayed you—O most piteous guest!And to my heart, in the intolerableRage of despair, that shadow I had pressed,Mingling in a shrill cry our griefsupreme—My sweet—my pretty! But, as I had drawnThat anguish to my arms, they clasped a dream;And heaven glimmered with the approaching dawn.
Towardstarless morning, when deep night had bowedOn slumber’s pillow my unhappy head,Through the dim room it drifted like acloud—And swayed in silence by my lonely bed.What had they done to you, that dumbly soYou covered with your hands your quietface—Dear, out of kindness, that I might not knowWhat horror there had wrought its dark disgrace!It was those hands, too passionately, too wellLoved, that betrayed you—O most piteous guest!And to my heart, in the intolerableRage of despair, that shadow I had pressed,Mingling in a shrill cry our griefsupreme—My sweet—my pretty! But, as I had drawnThat anguish to my arms, they clasped a dream;And heaven glimmered with the approaching dawn.
Towardstarless morning, when deep night had bowedOn slumber’s pillow my unhappy head,Through the dim room it drifted like acloud—And swayed in silence by my lonely bed.
Towardstarless morning, when deep night had bowed
On slumber’s pillow my unhappy head,
Through the dim room it drifted like acloud—
And swayed in silence by my lonely bed.
What had they done to you, that dumbly soYou covered with your hands your quietface—Dear, out of kindness, that I might not knowWhat horror there had wrought its dark disgrace!
What had they done to you, that dumbly so
You covered with your hands your quietface—
Dear, out of kindness, that I might not know
What horror there had wrought its dark disgrace!
It was those hands, too passionately, too wellLoved, that betrayed you—O most piteous guest!And to my heart, in the intolerableRage of despair, that shadow I had pressed,
It was those hands, too passionately, too well
Loved, that betrayed you—O most piteous guest!
And to my heart, in the intolerable
Rage of despair, that shadow I had pressed,
Mingling in a shrill cry our griefsupreme—My sweet—my pretty! But, as I had drawnThat anguish to my arms, they clasped a dream;And heaven glimmered with the approaching dawn.
Mingling in a shrill cry our griefsupreme—
My sweet—my pretty! But, as I had drawn
That anguish to my arms, they clasped a dream;
And heaven glimmered with the approaching dawn.