All stars and dreams and sunsets die
To make the fluctuant glooms that lie
Around her, and low noonlight swirls
Down ocean’s firmamental deep,
To weave for her who glimmers there,
Elusive visions, vague and fair;
And night is as a dreamless sleep:
She has not known the night’s unrest,
Nor the white curse of clearer day;
The tremors of the tempest play