FROM the scarlet sea of sunset, Tossing up its waves of fire To a floating spray of splendor, Kindles through me mad desire Now -- now -- now to call her mine! From the ashen gray of twilight Musings dark as shadows linger, Slowly creeping, leave me weeping -- While in silence round my finger That long glossy lock I twine. From the holy hush of starlight Sinks a peace upon my spirit, And a voice of hope and patience -- All the quiet night I hear it -- Whispers, "Wait, for she is thine!" |