XX
You said—O! how the words did surge my soul
And to far finger tips send blood to spin—
That always ere the bold day does begin
You think of me; your thoughts my thoughts control
Ere day does of its noisy strife unroll;
Far, far across the sweet, unreal, mist-thin
City that sleeps, you claim me yours and win
A space for us not time’s—unspotted, whole.
And always in the dawn I feel you near.
Then like souls in gray Hades we two go
Forth through the silvery silence, there to know
The things that they know not whose love’s less dear.
Be this our dwelling, this pale silent land
Where Life—a dream like day—waits our command.