Stranger and more mysterious henceforth
Shall seem, the darkening sky-line of the West
For me, the solitary dreamer, now shall hold
Voices and faces that I knew not of.
More, henceforth, shall all music mean to me,
And she, through lonely musings, ever seem
As beautiful as are the dead. But you—
You in your hand shall guard the gathered rose,
Shall hold the riven veil, the loosened chord!
So love your hour, bright god, ere it is lost,