NOCTURNE

All the earth a hush of white,
White with moonlight all the skies;
Wonder of a winter night—
And... your eyes.

Hues no palette dares to claim
Where the spoils of sunken ships
Leap to light in singing flame—
And... your lips.

Darkness as the shadows creep
Where the embers sigh to rest;
Silence of a world asleep—
And... your breast.

Amelia Josephine Burr [1878-