In the sweet, alien tongue, your mother-tongue,
Moved through the darkness with a peace unfeigned—
For a grave peace was on us, and the fear
That thrilled the midnight, fell away. The street
Slumbered, save where, departing, like a ghost’s,
Faint footfalls down the farthest distance sighed;
And dwindled out forever.... So you slept.
Well I remember it, that night in May—
The sleep, the hushed awakenings, full of dread,
From haunted meres of horror and disdain,