Fell dim delight, through which, as through a veil,
Some nearer presence breath’d of holier life.
Ah, wandering Heart, and had I had my day?—
With closing gates as golden as yon west?
And whither was I moving in the dark?—
“Who knows?” my spirit ask’d, “who knows or cares?
On through the twilight threshold, trustingly!
What halt thou, Night, that weary souls need fear?
Thou home of love entranced, thou haunt of dreams,
Thy halls alone can hoard the truth of heaven!