Dream-Tryst
THE breaths of kissing night and dayWere mingled in the eastern Heaven:Throbbing with unheard melodyShook Lyra all its star-chord seven:When dusk shrunk cold, and light trod shy,And dawn’s grey eyes were troubled grey;And souls went palely up the sky,And mine to Lucidé.
There was no change in her sweet eyesSince last I saw those sweet eyes shine;There was no change in her deep heartSince last that deep heart knocked at mine.Her eyes were clear, her eyes were Hope’s,Wherein did ever come and goThe sparkle of the fountain-dropsFrom her sweet soul below.
The chambers in the house of dreamsAre fed with so divine an air,That Time’s hoar wings grow young therein,And they who walk there are most fair.I joyed for me, I joyed for her,Who with the Past meet girt about:Where our last kiss still warms the air,Nor can her eyes go out.