THE EQUINOX
XV
After long dreamless sleep I knew
The tale that had fled my tongue,
I found it far in the water blue,
In the song by the skylark sung,
In the melody slow of the waving corn,
In the rushing of wind through the vines re-born,
And wherever the water-lilies grew,
And the green, green willows swung.
XVI
And still the lady of my dream
As a light before me goes ;
I see her in the sun’s last gleam,
In the moonlight on the snows.
Ah! chiefly then her song is sung,
When the moon o’er the dark green woods is hung;
She is born at midnight on the stream,
A starry, full-blown rose.
Victor B. Neusure.