Page:The poems of Richard Watson Gilder, Gilder, 1908.djvu/177

Rh O thou, sweet soul of my love,

Art my pearl, my lily-flower;

Thou, hiding heart of my love,

Art my bird, in thy maiden bower;

Heart of my only love

That shin'st in the heavens afar—

Thou, in the night of love,

Art my one, dear, trembling star.

Let me draw thee to the light,

Pearl of the shadowy sea!

Awake, thou lily of light,

Turn thy face divine on me!

Arouse thee, bird of the night,

Let thy voice to my voice reply!

Star of thy lover's night,

Shine forth or I die—I die!

LARGESS

INDOORS, AT NIGHT

window's white, the candle's red,

Show evening falleth overhead;

The candle's red, the window's black,

And earth is close in midnight's sack;