Clocks chime, and the night goes—
Slowly it lighter grows.
Literary Monthly, 1910.
THE HIDDEN FACE
BERNARD WESTERMANN '08
The moon hath a hidden face and fair,—
Never we gaze on its features calm;
She gazeth afar on the star-lit air,
On star-lighted regions whose breath is balm;
But never, ah never, her glance doth show
To the world of men in the deeps below.
O love, do you know that there dwells in thee
A hiddenest spirit that dreams alway,
And never the world can her features see,
Of the spirit that shunneth the earthly day?
Only I know that she lives, to rise
Some day, some night, in your love-lit eyes.
Literary Monthly, 1906.