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.
XXI
Our love is like a Japan print, you think,