Dream Mystery

(For Samuel Loveman 17-5-1915)

O'er dreamland gardens lulled and white In music leaned the langorous moon The burden of the murmured night.

Where amaranths and lillies wore, In a lofty pallor fully blown, An ivory silence evermore,

Bemused, I saw the night's white song, The flower's moon-measured lullaby, Its visible pale rune prolong

Then, to my spelled reluctant ear, A whisper louder than the light, pierced as from alien presence near

Till half I deemed to shortly see A silver seraph of the moon, Or star-shape harping mystery.

But wingless yet the midnight seemed, The garden footless to my gaze, Save for a wind that fleetly gleamed

Upon the pensive-paced hours, And moonlight fluttering like a moth Amid the swayed, enormous flowers.