So, thy declining love casts o’er my spirit
Chill shadows, freezing all my soul’s warm giving,
Chill shadows, deadening all my soul’s best merit,
And making blackest night my brightest living:
A long, long, fearful night—that knows no morning,
Save in wild, glowing dreams, that speak thy love’s returning.
LOVE’S SUNRISE.
As shadows vanish with the dawn’s advancing,
Like things of evil fleeing from Truth’s whiteness,
The mem’ry of their dark spell but enhancing