Cometh he to-night?
Insect-mazes, softly droning
O’er the mill-stream’s fitful moaning,
In your wayward flight,
Murmur o’er the bridge’s cope
Lullabies to dreaming Hope—
Cometh he to-night?
Weave your flaming splendours o’er me,
Evening clouds that float before me,
Rosy, gold, and white;