IN are the night-skirts left
By daybreak hours that onward creep,
And thin, alas! the shred of
That wavers with the spirit's wind:
But in half-dreams that shift and
And still remember and forget,
My soul this hour has drawn your soulA little nearer yet.
Our lives, most dear, are never near,
Our thoughts are never far apart,
Though all that draws us heart to
Seems fainter now and now more clear.
To-night Love claims his full control,
And with desire and with
My soul this hour has drawn your soulA little nearer yet.
Is there a home where heavy
Melts to bright air that breathes no pain,
Where water leaves no thirst
And springing fire is Love's new birth?
If faith long bound to one true
May there at length its hope beget,
My soul that hour shall draw your
For ever nearer yet.
