me.
These axe the souls who watch us at our dreaming,
Spirits of mist, of spray-dashed crag and sea;
All, all is hushed, save your gray eyes deep gleaming,
Eyes of veiled flame in caves of mystery.
Like frozen stars, we watched each other's shining,
Wondered with pain if any time might be,
When we should lean beyond our own divining,
Touching the lips of others such as we,
Till I grew faint within my lonely heaven,