Stole from his eye, and as his lips were stirred

With the low murmur of his dream, she caught

The name of the departed. He awoke,

And she reproached him tearfully for love

Kept secret in his heart; and then he kissed

Her tears away, and told her that his love

Was faithfully her own, although in dreams

An angel came to him sometimes, and woke

A buried thought of one as beautiful.

OCTOBER.