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 FINDING

the candles and dumb shadows,

And the house where love had died,

I stole to the vast moonlight

And the whispering life outside.

But I found no lips of comfort,

No home in the moon's light

(I, little and lone and frightened

In the unfriendly night),

And no meaning in the voices. . ..

Far over the lands and through

The dark, beyond the ocean,

I willed to think of you!

For I knew, had you been with me

I'd have known the words of night,

Found peace of heart, gone gladly

In comfort of that light.

Oh! the wind with soft beguiling

Would have stolen my thought away;

And the night, subtly smiling,

Came by the silver way;

And the moon came down and danced to me,

And her robe was white and flying;

And trees bent their heads to me

Mysteriously crying;

And dead voices wept around me;