As the wind stealeth light

O'er the grass of the plain.

Unseen are thine eyes

Mid the dreamy night's sleeping,

And on my mouth there lies

The dear rain of thy weeping.

Hold, silence, love, speak not of the sweet day departed,

Cling close to me, love, lest I waken sad-hearted!

O kind day, O dear day, short day, come again!

LOVE