Had caught the last light kiss
Before the lips lay still;
And I had looked into the cool grey deep,
Where Sleep received the rose-leaf soul of her,
And bore it out upon her gentle waters.
Into the night I passed,
Where on the mellow bosom of the west,
Floated the flame-lit shell of Hesperus;
And as I stayed with hallowed breath,
The soul of fire fell over the rim of night: