All those sleepy birds now tired from flight hide among the leaves good-night! Only the spring whispers when the wood sleeps silently. Even flowers in the gardens sleep peacefully! Swans glide to their nest sheltering among the reeds may angels guard your rest, sweet dreams! Above a night of sorcery comes the moon’s graceful light, all is peace and harmony good-night!
I was so very aware that the afternoon was dying in the domes, and all around me sounds froze, turned to winding pillars. I was so very aware that the undulant drift of scents was collapsing into darkness, and it seemed I had never tasted the cold. Suddenly I awoke so far away and strange, wandering behind my face as though I had hidden my feelings in the sensless relief of the moon. I was so very aware that I did not recognize you, and perhaps you come, always, every hour, every second, moving through my vigil – then – as through the spectre of a triumphal arch.
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And if my window feels the branch, of a stuttering poplar tree, it is to make me dream once more of clasping you to me. And if the stars glow on the lake, and light its darkling shoal, it is to flood my mind with peace. And quell my roiling soul. And if the clouds draw themselves back, to let the moon blaze through, it is to make my heart recall, how hard I ache for you.
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