My love's a guardian-angel
Who camps about thy heart,
Never to See thine enemy,
Nor from thee turn apart.
Whatever dark may shroud thee
And hide thy stars away,
With vigil sweet his wings shall beat
About thee till the day.
VI
AT AMALFI
Come to the window, you who are mine.
Waken! the night is calling.
Sit by me here—with the moon's fair shine
Into your deep eyes falling.
The sea afar is a fearful gloom;
Lean from the casement, listen!
Anear it breaks with a faery spume,
Spraying the rocks that glisten.
The little white town below lies deep
As eternity in slumber.
O, you who are mine, how a glance can reap
Beauties beyond all number!
And, how as sails that at anchor ride
Our spirits rock together
On a sea of love—lit as this tide
With tenderest star-weather!
Till the gray dawn is redd'ning up,
Over the moon low-lying.
Come, come away—we have drunk the cup:
Ours is the dream undying!