Love kissed me in a strange, untruthful hour, All for a smiling lip and shining eye; Not knowing that my thoughts were far from her, Set on a wonder in the years gone by. It was the vision of a mighty rock That faced the East, across Long Island Sound; From which a hundred tongues of water burst, And sang me into slumber on the ground. And how I, waking in the night-time, saw A large, white butterfly of moonlight clinging To that rock's forehead, while each silver tongue Shook faster than a lamb's tail, in its singing. |